THE SABBATH EVE.
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II is blessed hour.-The star

 Of Evening lights the sleeping wave, And blossoms in it's purple home,

 A lilly on the dewy grave fparted twiIight.-lts soft beam Comes purely down o'er hlH and stream, As if it bore 10 sinners here Sweet tidings from boiler sphere. Der yon blue rockst lonely trees

 In shadowy groups recline, Like pensve Nuns at evening bowed

 Around their holy shrne;- And through their leaves the night winds blow So caIm and stiIl-their music low Seems the mysterious voice of prayer Faint echoed on the evening air. The msiS go up from lake and stream,

 Like incense to a God beloved And OCT the glowing waters move,

 As erst the Holy Spirit moved The torrents voice, the waves low hymn Seem the far songs of Seraphim, And clearer glows yon veil ofbiue, As Eden's light were breaking through. There is q dream OfbIessedness

 In every hue of Earth and Heaven, And the calm face of Nature wears

 The sweet look of saint forgiven :- Oh who on such an eve can feel Heavens purest influence o'er hln steal, And muse upon the glories there Nor kneel with Natures seifin prayer