 POETR ".

SSTANNZAS.
By .Miss .Mary .4mn Brosoae. Come to the fields and woodss

 The spring Is breathing o'er the land--- The flowers within the solitudes Rise up, beauteous band The hearth, the hot hearth scorn; Come to the field by day, by night By day fair flowers the earth adorn,

 And stars the heavens by nighti Come, for all is soft and far; The power of God IS present there. Come on the glittering sea;

 The waves are lull'd in quiet sleep, Only a ripple mild and free,

 Is q, the murmurlng deep. Our bark shall glide along,

 Asif upborne on summers breeze, As softly as the night-bird's song

 Floats through the forest trees. Come and adore the gracious peace That biddeth angry tempests cease. Come to the towering hill.

 Look all around thee, and below, Mark the calm wanderings ot the rilt,

 And the distant oceans fiow. Look on the sunset clouds

 That as yet hold the infant thunder In those dark silver edged shrouds,

 The lightning soon Will reh" asen'SA' Come, and in that crimson fire, The Lord of clouds and storms admire Come to the bed ofdeath.

 Step lightlv--check that rising sigh; Behold the parting of the breath

 Without an agony Behold how softly fades

 The light and glory in that eye, rantIy as the twilight shades, The azure of the sky. Come, and bow in thankfulness, To Him who life's last hour can biesss