Fainter grew her voice, and weaker,

As with anxious eyes she cried, "Down the avenue of chestnuts,

I can hear a horseman ride."

"It was only the deer that were feeding
In a herd on the clover grass,

They were startled, and fled to the thicket
As they saw the reapers pass."

Now the night arose in silence,
Birds lay in their leafy nest,
And the deer couched in the forest,
And the children were at rest;

There was only a sound of weeping
From watchers around a bed,
But Rest to the weary spirit,

Peace to the quiet Dead!

HOURS.

HEN the bright stars came out last night,
And the dew lay on the flowers,

I had a vision of delight—

A dream of by-gone hours.

Those hours that came and fled so fast

Of pleasure or of pain,

As phantoms rose from out the past

Before my eyes again.

With beating heart did I behold
A train of joyous hours,

Lit with the radiant light of old,

And, smiling, crowned with flowers.

And some were hours of childish sorrow,

A mimicry of pain,

That through their tears looked for a morrow

They knew must smile again.

Those hours of hope that longed for life,
And wished their part begun,

And ere the summons to the strife,
Dreamed that the field was won.

I knew the echo of their voice,
The starry crowns they wore;
The vision made my soul rejoice
With the old thrill of yore.

I knew the perfume of their flowers;
The glorious shining rays
Around these happy smiling hours
Were lit in by-gone days.

O stay, I cried-bright visions, stay,
And leave me not forlorn!

But, smiling still, they passed away,

Like shadows of the morn.

One spirit still remained, and cried, "Thy soul shall ne'er forget!" He standeth ever by my side

The phantom called Regret!

But still the spirits rose, and there
Were weary hours of pain,

And anxious hours of fear and care
Bound by an iron chain.

Dim shadows came of lonely hours,
That shunned the light of day,

And in the opening smile of flowers
Saw only quick decay.

Calm hours that sought the starry skies
For heavenly lore were there;
With folded hands and earnest eyes,

I knew the hours of

prayer.

Stern hours that darkened the sun's light,

Heralds of coming woes,

With trailing wings, before my sight

From the dim past arose.

As each dark vision passed and spoke

I prayed it to depart:

At each some buried sorrow woke

And stirred within my heart.

Until these hours of pain and care
Lifted their tearful eyes,

Spread their dark pinions in the air
And passed into the skies.

THE TWO INTERPRETERS.

HE clouds are fleeting by, father,

Look in the shining west,

The great white clouds sail onward

Upon the sky's blue breast.

Look at a snowy eagle,

His wings are tinged with red, And a giant dolphin follows him,

With a crown upon his head!"