THE BEAUTY OF LIBERTY.
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 THE BEAUTY OF LIBERTY. n all things have eauy there nothing to man more come ly than Liberty '-MILroS

 When the dance of the shadows At day-break is done, And the cheeks of the morning

 Are red with the sun; When he sinks in his glory

 At eve from the view, And calls up the PlaEot

 To blaze in the blue, There IS beauty. But where Is the beauty to sec More proud than the sight of nation when free! When tie beautiful bend

 Of the bow IS above, Like collar of light

 On the bosom of love- When the moon in her mildness Is floating on high, Like banner of silver

 Hung ont in the sky, There IS beauty But earth has no beauty to see3 More proud than the front of nation when free. In the depth of the darkness,

 Unvayied in hue,

 When the shadows are yelling

 The breast of the blue; When the voice of the tempest At midnight is still, And the spirit of solitude

 Sits on the hill, There IS beauty. But where IS the beauty to sec Like the broad beanng brow Of nltioa that's free? h the breath of the morniI5a