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 I Aye-ye are gather'd idyf1y aOW~- 1 With 'he light Of hope on each clOudless brow, And the Gawn-Iike sep, and the heass's free ione, Telling OG gladness and bloom alonesa ax8 Ye are gather'd proudly with form andeye | Fitting for gorgeous reveiTy.

 We'll may ys gather, bsigl6t ones of mirih, We'll may ye gather ny board and hearth, With the bounding step, and the flashing eye, And the free pulse leaping in ecs,acy;

 For your hearts in their brightest hours have known Nought like these AfFectiOn's own. Ay-,here are ga,her'd amid y"n band

 Hearts that have sigl'd in . stranger land, Spirits that mOUrn'd O'sr the deep blue sea, For the scenes Of their chdhOOd's revelry; Who have come wi,h joy, in the wild winds track, To the hiils of their l'oyish daring back. Oh! there's an Eden-a joy--a bloom Flung o'er ear.h's darkness of cloud and gloom, When hearts that mingled tn childish gIee- Hearts that were parted in ag"ny-

 Have met, all ms:, in a father's hall,

 With cloudIsss spirits for festival.

 All mel-aN met-oh then comes moan, Blent with the gush of the luts's soft tone; Each cheek is pale as that breath goes by, And the iear.drop is dimmng each flashing eye. There is greE-here is gricE-lhey are not GN here, That gather'd with joy in a former year. There is dus, cold dust, on one angel-brow, And form is gone from the banquet now, And the blessed light ofa deep blue eye

 Hath faded away in i,s brancy;

 And biri-like voice, with its ringing tone,

 Hath pass'd from earth like the winds deep moan. Yet weep not, yet weep not, bright ones-awhile Shall ye miss from your pathway that voice. that smile, And the flowers of the spring.ime shall less fair, And signing shall come on the scented air, And the warble of birds tn the bright blue sky, Shall bring to your spirits an agony.

 Yet weep not, yet weep not-there is shore Where ye meet n gladness to rart no more; Where angel.voices shall 6 the sky

 With gushes of holier melody, ... .... And ye meet, aN mee, in FATHERS hail,

 With stainless spirits for Jsstivai.

 November 24. 1881. SEDLEY.

 [lt may not bc amss to remark, that the writer o the above has within the past year los, noar and dear rcOMnexions.-Ed. t.