From the Saturday Evening Post.

 SABBATH EVE.
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How calmly sinks the parting sum-

 Yet twilight fingers still, And beautiful as dreams of Heaven

 Iris slumbering on the hills Earth sleeps with all her glorious things Beneath the Holy Spirits wings, And, rendering back the hues above, Seems resting in trance of love. Mysterious music from the pines,

 Der yon dark rock reclined, Falls like the whispering words ofpeace

 Upon the heavenly mlnd And winds with pnions steeped in dew, Breathe gently, as if stealing through From Eden's bowers, they came to bless The Spirit with their holiness. And wonder glittering throng of clouds.

 Retiring from the sky, So calmly move. so sweetly glow,

 They seem, to fancy's eye Bright creatures of better sphere, Come down at noon to worship here, And from their sacrifice of love Returning to their homes above. The Spirit of the Holy Eve

 Comes through the silent ar To feelings hidden spring, and wakes

 The gush of music there: And the far depths of either beam So passing fair; we almost dream That we can rise and wander through The open paths of trackless blue. Each soul is filled with glorious dreams,

 Each pulse is beating wild, And thought is soaring to the shrine

 or glory undefed; And holy inspirations start Forth from the temple or the heart, And chain-for earth's dark ties are riven- Our spirits to the gates of heaven.