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An estimate in pounds was made and placed against the name of each person. The names on the following muster rolls are of East Side men.
Copiain Nathll Maynard's Muster Roll.
John Adams £50 Benjn Adams 23 Josiah Allen 50 Ephem Abbot 30 Amos Abbot 20
Israel moore 12 John Noyes Esqr 50 James Noyes 52 Jason Parmenter 18
Zechh Bryant Jur 70 John Bruce 50
Majr Jo6 Curtis 5
David Curtis 32
W'm Baldwin Esqr 50 Lt Wm Barker 32 Rolan Bennet 12
Dr Eben" Roby 50 Joseph Rutter Jur 50 Thos Rutter 20 Jonas Sherman 25
Lt Samel Choat 25 Thads Bond 40 Capt Joseph Payson 32 Wm Wyman 30 Isaac Brintnal 20
John Dean 45 James Davis 52
Edward Sherman 50
Peter Brintnal 20
Lt Josiah Farrar 13
Timoy Sherman 12
Joshua Kendal 20
Abraham Jenkinson 52
Capt Richard Heard 132
Samel Griffin 80
Lt Eben" Staples 18 Thos Trask 12 Isaac woodward 7 Lt John Noyes 73
Thos Heard 53 Richard Heard Jur 20 Trobridge Taylor 18 Darius Hudson 52
Isaac Gould 4 Reuben Gould 25
Samuel Sherman 20
Joseph Emerson 52 Nathel Knowlton 20
Jacob Gould 25
Eph™ Allen adm 95 James Phillips 95 Lemuel Whiting 95
Samel Haynes 3
Lt Jona Hoar 40
Lt Josiah Wilinton 95
Wido Ann Noyes 30
Capt Nathaniel Maynard 68 Daniel Maynard 50 Danel moore 34
John Brewer 40 Elijah Bent 95 Zechh Bent 6
Simon Newton 70
Lt Wm Bond £22
Capt Isaac Loker 76
Thoms Brintnal 5
John Meriam 26
Joseph Beal 32
Capt Caleb Moulton 34
Isaac Cutting 32
Capt Micah Maynard adr 50
Joseph Smith Capt 76 Lt Ephraim Smith 22 Isaac Stone 50 David Stone 50
Samel Curtis 20
Daniel Rice 17
Joel Stone 16
Thos Damon Jur 57
Israel Rice Jur 26
John Tilton 32
Wm Damon 25 Isaac Damon 12
Micah Rice 4
John Tilton Jun' 60
Benja Dudley Jur 6
Isaac Smith 56 Capt Thos Damon 20 John Barney 4
Jonª Westson 20 Isaac Williams 20
Cort Joseph Dudley 50 Eben" Dudley 29 wm Dudley 56 Eben Johnson 50
Lt Joseph Smith 95
Dn Samel Parris 32 Jonas Rice 9 Edmund Rice 42
Lt John Whitney 88
Eben" Eaton 52 Willm Grout 35
Peter Johnson 24 John Loker 45 Jonas Loker adr 5
Lt Samel Russell 32 Capt Thads Russell 20
Francis Jones 64 Capt Jesse Emes 5
Capt. Cutting's Muster Roll.
Capt Robert Cutting 55 Jacob Reeves 46 Lt Natha Reeves 20
John Cutting 50 Elisha Cutting 58 Jona Cutting 20
Amos Ordeway 4
Lt Isaac Rice 54 Isaac Rice 25
Timoy Underwood adr 55
Timoy Underwood 21
Isaac Moore 20
Micah Graves 57
Phinehas Glezen 63
Capt Josiah Hoar 5
Jon' Parmenter Jun" 15
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WAYLAND SOLDIERS IN THE CIVIL WAR.
The following list of names of Civil War soldiers, together with the accompanying state- ment, was prepared by James S. Draper, author of " Wayland in the Civil War."
" List of men who performed military service during the Civil War, and who were resi- dent citizens of Wayland at the time of entering the army : -
Oscar Page Balcom, Frank Winthrop Draper. Charles Henry Berry, James Austin Draper. William Dexter Draper,
Edward Payson Bond. John Bradshaw. John Baker Brigham. Hezekia N. Brown,
Frank B. Fairbanks, Elias Whitfield Farmer. Marshall Garfield.
John Moore Brummitt.
Joseph Osear Bullard.
William Henry Butterfield,
William Henry Garfield, Charles William Garland. Daniel Webster Glezen.
John Calvin Butterfield,
Charles Benjamin Butterfield. William Thomas Harlow,
Charles Henry Campbell. Elbridge Ambrose Carter.
Edward Carter,
William Warren Carter,
Benjamin Corliss,
Ferdinand Corman,
Joseph Thomas Damou, Edson Capen Davis,
Albert Franklin King.
Sumner Aaron Davis,
Edward Isaac Loker.
Charles Franklin Dean.
William Lovejoy,
Thomas Alfred Dean.
Charles Henry May,
Curtis Warren Draper.
William Ariel May.
Henry Otis Walker. Alpheus Bigelow Wellington, Walter J. Wellington.
"George Taylor Dickey, James D. Loker, Joshua Mellen, and Alden Wellington. citizens of Wayland. enlisted to fill quotas of other towns.
" In addition to the above, fifty-eight men were recruited from other towns and cities to fill the quotas of Wayland. About 818,000 was expended in the recruiting service.
" The Fourth of July. 1865, was set apart by the citizens of Wayland for a general reception of its soldiers who had served in the war. It was an occasion of deep interest. Commingling with the happy greetings of the returned veterans were the sad remembrances of those whose lives had been sacrificed in the terrible struggle. The spirit of gratitude pulsed deeply in every heart that the sacrifices made, both by the living and the dead, had been made effectual : and that our country, purified and ennobled by the ordeal of war, was now standing firm in its integrity, and bearing aloft the triumphant banner of FREEDOM.
" Among the exercises of the occasion was the eulogium on the deceased soldiers by Hon. Edward Mellen. the address to the veterans by Rev. E. H. Sears, and a poem reciting the events of the war by R F. Fuller, Esq."
Charles Dudley,
John Mellen. Charles William Moore. Joseph Marshall Moore. Samuel Moore, John Noyes Morse.
James Edmund Moulton. Dennis Mullen. Ambrose Miranda Page, William Levi Parker. Henry Dana Parmenter, Charles Hammond Rice. James Alvin Rice. Edmund Russell. Jolın James Searle. George Anderson Spofford. Evinson Stone, John Edmond Stone, Lewis C. Swan. Hiram Leonard Thurston, Thomas Francis Wade,
Samuel Hale Mann Heard, Warren Alvin Hersey, William Kingston Hills. Luther Dow Holines, William Henry Jameson, William Alfred Jessop. George Gilbert Kemp,
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Besides those mentioned in the foregoing list, it may be appropriate to mention also the name of Dr. J. R. Draper, a native of this town, who served in the war about two years as surgeon.
Dr. Draper entered the Medical Department of the U. S. Army in 1862, and was assigned to service in the Armory Square Hospital, Washington, D. C. Dec. 1, 1863, he was con- missioned Assistant Surgeon of the 14th R. I. Heavy Artillery, and sent to New Orleans ; but on his arrival there was ordered to Matagorda Island, Texas, where he remained several months, being stationed during this time at Fort Esperanza. He afterwards went to Fort Jackson where he served for a time, and subsequently to Brashear City, where he remained until his discharge, Nov. 1, 1865.
Joseph Rutter Draper, the subject of this sketch, was the son of Ira and Eunice (Rutter) Draper, and born June 30, 1830. In early life he attended the common schools, and after- wards the Wayland Academy. After the death of his father which occurred in 1844, and when he was fourteen years of age, he entered Lawrence Academy, Groton, Mass., where he remained three years, at the end of which time he entered Williams College, and graduated in 1851. Nov. 22, 1855, he married Mary J. Fuller, of Dedham. He spent several years teaching the High schools of Saxonville and Milford, after which he spent a year and a half at the south. After his return he studied medicine at the Harvard and Berkshire medical schools, and graduated from the latter in 1862.
After his discharge from the army, Dr. Draper practised his profession at South Boston for over twenty years. He was much respected and trusted both as a citizen and a physi- cian. He was active in the Congregational Church, of which he had been a member from his youth. He was President of the South Boston Medical Club, and just previous to his death was elected Councillor for the Suffolk District of the Mass. Medical Society. He died Aug. 5, 1885, after a few weeks' illness of Pneumonia, the fatal result of which was occa- sioned by the enfeeblement of his constitution in his army life. At his own request his remains were interred in the old burying ground at Wayland, where the dust of a long line of ancestry lies buried.
A widow, and son, Dr. Joseph R. Draper, survive him.
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POETICAL SELECTIONS FROM
WAYLAND AUTHORS.
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Edmund H. Years
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SELECTIONS OF POETRY.
The following selections are from the works of persons who are either natives of Wayland or have at times made the town their home.
The selections are for the most part from published works.
EDMUND H. SEARS, D. D.
CHRISTMAS SONG.
Calm on the listening ear of night Come heaven's melodious strains, Where wild Judæa stretches far Her silver mantled plains ; Celestial choirs from courts above Shed sacred glories there, And angels, with their sparkling lyres, Make music on the air.
The answering hills of Palestine Send back the glad reply, And greet from all their holy heights The Day-Spring from on high ; O'er the blue depths of Galilee There comes a holier calm, And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, Her silent groves of palm.
"Glory to God !" The lofty strain The realm of ether fills, How sweeps the song of solenin joy O'er Judah's sacred hills !
"Glory to God!" The sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring, " Peace on the earth ; good will to men From heaven's Eternal King."
From "Sermons and Songs" [1875].
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CHRISTMAS CAROL.
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the carth To touch their harps of gold ; " Peace on the carth, good will to men From heaven's all-gracious King,"- The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.
Still through the eloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world ; Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel-sounds The blessed angels sing.
But with the woes of sin and strife The world has suffered long ; Beneath the angel-strain have rolled Two thousand years of wrong ; And man at war with man hears not The love song which they bring, - Oh, hush the noise, ye men of strife, And hear the angels sing.
And ye beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing, - Oli, rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing !
For, lo ! the days arc hastening on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold ; When peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing.
From "Sermons and Songs.
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SONG FOR THE COMING CRISIS.
(1858.)
O church of Christ, to prayer, to prayer ! lean on thy sacred shrine, And there, while lowly bowing down, receive the strength divine ; Then rise, and let thy faithful word be healing for our woes, And let the Spirit's flaming sword be lightning on thy foes !
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Ring with thy bells a swift alarm from every crashing spire, And speak with lips which God's right hand has touched with coals of fire ; Let Christ's whole gospel be proclaimed, let God's whole truth be shown, And let the East and West respond and echo tone for tone.
Then rise, O church of Christ, arise ! shake off thy slumbers now, God's conquering strength within thy heart, his calmness on thy brow ; In Christ's dear name who died for man, put all thy glories on ; No bondsman's blood upon thy robes, no stain upon thy lawn !
From "Sermons and Songs."
ABBY B. HYDE.
PRAYER FOR THE CHILDREN OF THE CHURCH.
Dear Saviour, if these lambs should stray From thy secure enclosure's bound, And, lured by worldly joys away, Among the thoughtless crowd be found ;
Remember still that they are thine, That thy dear sacred name they bear, Think that the seal of love divine, - The sign of covenant grace they wear.
In all their erring, sinful years, Oh, let them ne'er forgotten be ; Remember all the prayers and tears Which make them consecrate to thee.
And when these lips no more can pray, These eyes can weep for them no more, Turn thou their feet from folly's way, - The wanderers to thy fold restore.
From " Village Hymns " [1825].
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ARK.
Ark of rest - I come to thee - Other rest is none for me ; Like the dove with weary wing, O'er the wide sea wandering, Vainly seeking solid ground. Till this refuge I have found.
While the billows round my soul
Louder roar and higher roll, Tumult dread of fear and doubt,
Dark within and dark without. -
Ark of safety, unto thee,
As my only hope, I flee.
Here I trembling, trusting, hide ;
In this covert still abide, -
Every peril, every fear-
In both worlds - I meet them here -
Here would brave death's surges dark,
Venture all in Christ my Ark.
From " Village Hymns."
PS. CXLV. 10.
Thy name, O God, is on the skies, Traced in those glorious orbs above, Read by adoring angel eyes - Almighty Power, Eternal Love.
Earth sends her humble praise to Thee, In ocean's roar - in whispering breeze - From darkness-shrouded Calvary A deeper, tenderer note than these.
Within our hearts, O Lord, prepare A living, grateful sacrifice ; For thine own Spirit, breathing there, Alone can bid the incense rise.
From " Village Hymns."
RICHARD F. FULLER.
OUR CRANE.
Our house is on a hilly site, That gently slopes away To meet a pond, whose mirror bright May double night and day.
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When first we had our dwelling here, One early dusk, a crane Flew to the pond ; and every year, Has visited again.
As solitary as a soul He comes to us at even ; And, sooner than the seasons roll, He flies away in heaven.
He's welcome on our water brim, With folded wing to rest. As soft as ether heights to him, Our yearly honored guest.
The haunt is his, as well as ours, - And brief for both may prove ! Oh! when we leave these happy bowers, May we, too, fly above.
REEVES' HILL.
Reeves' graded terrace, green and high, Earth reaches up to kiss the sky. Oh! what a banquet for the eye, Uplifted thus, to view The landscape stretching dreamily To sleeping shores of blue !
Imprisoned in the meadows green The listless river-flow is seen, Recoiling with a silver sheen, To drown the mower's hope ! And mountains of a range serene Blue-purple banks heave up.
Thus looking down on earth how fair Its hills of difficulty are, Its fields of toil and homes of care ! And the cloud shadows seem Poised in the blue cerulean air As fleeting as a dream !
The lowlands limit with a wall, Whose little boundaries are all, Petty pursuits and passions small, And prejudices blind ; But when we climb, the scales will fall, And light break on the mind.
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LUCY ANN LEE.
VEILED ANGELS OR AFFLICTIONS.
Unnumbered blessings, rich and free,
Have come to us, our God, from Thee : Sweet tokens, written with Thy name, Bright angels from Thy face they came. Some came with open faees bright, Aglow with Heaven's own living light ; And some were veiled, trod soft and slow, And spoke in voices grave and low. Veiled angels, pardon, if with fears We met you first, and many tears ; We take you to our hearts no less, We know you come to teach and bless ;
We know the love from whenee you come ; We trace you to our Father's home ; We know how radiant and how kind Your faees are, those veils behind ;
We know those veils, one happy day, In Heaven or earth, shall drop away, And we shall see you as you are, And learn why thus ye sped so far ; But what the joy that day shall be, We know not yet, but wait to see ; For this O angels ! will we know, The way ye eame, our souls shall go ; Up from the love from which ye come, Back to our Father's blessed home ; And bright each face, unveiled shall shine, Lord when the veil is rent from thine.
MY VEIL .*
A sweet thought came to me one day ; A Hand was placed in love To turn my eyes from earth away, And lure my soul above.
Hope lights the path the Saviour planned ; This veil that now I wear Is but the shade of His dear Hand To hide the world so fair.
* The last hymn she ever wrote.
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And when my veil is laid aside, O may I see His face In His own righteousness arrayed, Made ready by His grace.
September, 1885.
THOMAS W. PARSONS.
BIRTH-PLACE OF ROBERT BURNS.
A lowly roof of simple thatch, - No home of pride, of pomp, and sin, - So freely let us lift the latch, The willing latch that says, 'Come in.'
Plain dwelling this ! a narrow door - No carpet by soft sandals trod, But just for peasant's feet a floor, - Small kingdom for a child of God !
Yet here was Scotland's noblest born, And here Apollo chose to light ; And here those large eyes hailed the morn That had for beauty such a sight !
There, as the glorious infant lay, Some angel fanned him with his wing, And whispered, 'Dawn upon the day Like a new sun ! go forth and sing !'
He rose and sang, and Scotland heard - The round world echoed with his song, And hearts in every land were stirred With love, and joy, and scorn of wrong.
Some their cold lips disdainful curled ; Yet the sweet lays would many learn ; But he went singing through the world, In most melodious unconcern.
For flowers will grow, and showers will fall, And clouds will travel o'er the sky ; And the great God, who cares for all, He will not let his darlings die.
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But they shall sing in spite of meu. In spite of poverty and shame, And show the world the poet's pen May match the sword in winning fame.
From " The Shadow of the Obelisk and other Poems." - [1872.]
PARADISI GLORIA.
'O frate mio! ciascuna e cittadina D' una vera città' -
There is a city, builded by no hand, And unapproachable by sea or shore ; And unassailable by any band Of storming soldiery for evermore.
There we no longer shall divide our time By acts or pleasures, - doing petty things Of work or warfare, merchandise or rhyme ; But we shall sit beside the silver springs
That flow from God's own footstool, and behold Sages and martyrs, and those blessed few Who loved us once and were beloved of old. To dwell with them and walk with them anew,
In alternations of sublime repose, - Musical motion, - the perpetual play Of every faculty that Heaven bestows Through the bright, busy, and eternal day.
From "The Shadow of the Obelisk and other Poems."
MY SUDBURY MISTLETOE.
This hallowed stem the Druids once adored, And now I wreathe it ronnd my bleeding Lord, So might my spirit around His image twine. And find support, as in its oak a vine !
' I am the Vine : ' - He said ; Lord, then let me Be just a tendril clinging to the tree Where the Jews nailed Thee bodily, to grow Fruit for all fainting souls that grope below.
May this green hope that in my heart is born Blossom before another Christmas morn ! Then my weird mistletoe I'll cast away, And hang up lilies to record the day.
London, Christmas Day, MDCCCLXXI.
From " The Shadow of the Obelisk and other Poems.
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EMMA LUCILLA (REEVES) FULLER.
NATURE'S ANTHEMS.
Nature is chanting, with many toned voices, Carols of gladness and strains of despair ; Anthems all glorious sublimely she's raising To the Author Divine of her realm vast and fair.
A chorist most skillful, she's training her minstrels 'Mong the waves of the sea and the clouds of the air ; From the mountain's deep cavern. the forest, the hill-top, Float forth in their beauty her choruses rare.
Her mood ever changing is never more varied Than the songs of the nymphs, or the tones of her lyres, And her many hued scenes are constantly shifting,
As if by the touching of magical wires.
With a spirit all joyous she smiles in the sunlight, She laughs in the streamlet, her bugle notes sound, And a thousand gay birds send forth their wild wood notes, While the bells of the flowers scatter fragrance around.
She wearies with sport, and among the dark shadows Of pine trees, she sighs with a soft, gentle moan, Which is echoed afar in the low sighing sea-shell, And the vesper is joined by the zephyr's soft tone.
Her fair brow is clouded, and darkness most awful, Unbroke save by lightnings which gleam from her eye, Broods o'er her dominions, while thunder is mingling With the shriek of the storm and the sea-bird's shrill cry.
The bright minstrels of morn are weary of singing ; The sprites of the tempest have spent all their might ; And eve's plaintive spirits have ceased from their vespers, While tired Nature rests on the bosom of night.
Written for "The Boston Journal."
MY COUNTRY'S HARP.
Low, with the dust upon her brow, Her harp beside her, silent now, My country sits ; but from her eye Out-gleams a fire that cannot die. That mighty harp! whose blending note O'er lake and mountain used to float,
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And, mingling with the ocean's roar, Bore Freedom's strain from shore to shore, Lies quivering with broken strings ; A wail discordant only rings Out from its rudely severed wires -
Like dirges for our noble sires - As warring winds now o'er them sweep From Southern glen and Northern steep.
Ah! whenee shall come that master will, To strike this harp with magie skill ; To tune each severed, jarring string, And from them Heaven-born music bring ? Not siekly strains, to please the ear And praise and flatter those who hear. But those that rouse to aets sublime, Like deeds of men in olden time, Who paused not in unequal fight, When feeble right might end in might.
O, Holy Spirit ! guide the hand That tunes the harp-strings of our land : Breathe over those discordant strings. Till " Peace with Union " sweetly rings, And Freedom's riehly pealing note In sweetest harmony shall float.
Written for "The Boston Journal."
PEACE.
"Then shall we have peace, -sweet, blessed, perpetual peace." Closing words of the last letter of the Rev. Arthur B. Fuller, chaplain of the Sixteenth Regiment, Massachusetts Volunteers .*
E'en as he spake, " sweet, blessed Peace," The olive wreath was twining, That would so soon around his brow A martyr's crown be shining. "Sweet, blessed peace, perpetual," With purity combining, And freedom's priceless gift to all, - For this his soul was pining.
Peace had he brought our wounded braves In the rude barracks lying ; To heavenly peace had pointed them In battle nobly dying.
* Chaplain Arthur B. Fuller, the husband of the author of this poem, was shot at the battle of Fredericksburg, while crossing with the Union army to attack the Confederate batteries. He had been discharged for disability, but seeing the 1.eroism of the Federal soldiers, he seized a musket and advanced with them, but soon fell by the enemy's shot. Says the "Adjutant-General's Report," " No hero deserves a brighter page in history than this departed patriot."
JAMES S. DRAPER, At the age of 76.
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Ever, amid the stormns of war, Purely though faintly shining, He caught those gleams which show to faith The war-cloud's " silver lining."
He felt that in no human hand Was placed our country's keeping ; A " Peace, be still !" above the storm, His Lord was surely speaking.
JAMES S. DRAPER.
THE CHANGE CALLED DEATH.
O, restful change ! The softly-quiet folding Of wings grown tired with beating earth's thin air ;
Eyes closed to outward objects, yet beholding, With inner senses, visions far more fair.
A burial this ? Nay, an ascension rather, Far, far above the narrow, shadowy tomb,
To reach in mansions of the good All-Father Dear friends awaiting in their spirit home.
No gloomy tokens needed ! Strains funereal, When heaven-bound souls put on their vesture bright, . To join the myriad throngs in worlds ethereal, Grate harshly on their rapturous songs of light.
Could our dimmed eyes behold the happy meetings Of the long parted, as they join above In soul-felt welcomings and joyous greetings, Where fear and doubt are lost in perfect love,
Or see as they on Tabor's star-lit mountain The white-robed visitors in trial hours, Or yet again, as from some living fountain, In lone Gethsemane those angel powers,
Then through our earthly, soul-encircling sadness, Quick as the sun through rifted cloud appears, Would break a light, a beaming flood of gladness, To banish grief and dry our flowing tears.
Published in " The Christian Register."
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GOING TO SLEEP.
Two tireless little feet all day have trotted Across the parlor floors ; Two tiny dimpled hands have slyly plotted Mischief behind the doors.
Two magie crystal orbs with watch unceasing Their glance on all have flung ; Two rose-red lips, their merry chattering, teasing, In bird-like notes have sung.
Now, o'er those orbs. the drowsy lids are closing. Bidding adieu to light : And lips, while hands and feet lie still reposing, Have whispered their .. Good night."
O blessed hour ! when soft-winged sleep descending. Brings a desired release To toil-worn mortals, all their troubles ending In sweet oblivious peace.
For He who ever gnides the sunlight's setting, And gently veils the earth, That deep repose may bring that self-forgetting, Prelude to newer birth,
Will ever guard the tender infant's slumber, And send his angel bands The midnight watch and dawning hours to number With star-tipped wands. Published in "The Religious Magazine."
GROWING OLD. *
'Tis said -" I'm old, and still am growing old," " That four-score tells my count of bygone years." Well, so !- But only half the truth is told, And in the sketch but half the view appears.
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