Are coloured with the spirit's hues

Here, to the seeking soul, is brought
A nobler view of human fate,
And higher feeling, higher thought,
And glimpses of a higher state.

Through change of time, on sea and
Serenely nature smiles away;

Yon infinite blue sky bends o'er
Our world, as at the primal day.

The self-renewing earth is moved With youthful life each circling yea And flowers that Ceres' daughter love At Enna, now are blooming here.

Glad nature will this truth reveal, That God is ours and we are His; O friends, my friends! what joy to fee That He our loving father is!

CHANSONETTE.

BY CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN.

E loves-but 'tis not me she loves :Not me on whom she ponders,

hen in some dream of tenderness Her truant fancy wanders.

e forms that flit her visions through,

Are like the shapes of old,

here tales of Prince and Paladin On tapestry are told.

an may not hope her heart to win, Be his of common mould!

at I—though spurs are won no more Where herald's trump is pealing,

or thrones carved out for lady fair Where steel-clad ranks are wheeling

oose the falcon of my hopes

Upon as proud a flight

those who hawked at high renown,

In song-ennobled fight.

daring then true love may crown,

My love she must requite!

M

ON AN OLD WEDDING R

BY GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE.

The device-two hearts united.

The motto "Dear love of mine, my heart is thir

I LIKE that ring, that ancient ring,
Of massive form, of virgin gold,
As firm, as free from base alloy,

As were the sterling hearts of old.
I like it-for it wafts me back,

Far, far along the stream of time, To other men, and other days

The men and days of deeds sublime.

But most I like it as it tells

The tale of well requited love;
How youthful fondness persevered,
And youthful faith disdained to rove;
How warmly he his suit preferred,
Though she unpitying, long denied,
Till, softened and subdued, at last

He won his fair and blooming bride;

hen the white-robed maiden train

wed their glad way with freshest flowers; ow, before the holy man,

y stood in all their youthful pride,

poke those words, and vowed those vows

ich bind the husband to his bride.

Is it tells ;-the plighted troth,

e gift of every earthly thing,

and in hand, the heart in heart—

this I like this ancient ring.

its old and quaint device;

o blended hearts-though time may wear them,

ortal change, no mortal chance,

ill death," shall e'er in sunder tear them.

after year, 'neath sun and storm,

eir hopes in heaven, and trust in God,

ingeless, heartfelt, holy love,

ese two, the world's rough pathways trod.

night impair their youthful fires,

eir strength might fail, 'mid life's bleak weather, hand in hand, they travelled on,—

d souls! they slumber now together.

Thine, when the dark storm howls alon

As when the cloudless sunbeams shin "This heart is thine, mine own dear lov Thine, and thine only, and forever; Thine, till the springs of life shall fail— Thine, till the chords of life shall sever

Remnant of days departed long,
Emblem of plighted troth unbroken,
Pledge of devoted faithfulness,

Of heartfelt, holy love, the token-
What varied feelings round it cling!
For these, I like that ancient ring.