ights
The Dayspring 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 solemn 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."

Light on thy hills, Jerusalem!
The Saviour now is born!
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And brighter on Moriah's brow,
Crowned with her temple-spires,
Which first proclaim the newborn light,
Clothed with its orient fires.

This day shall Christian tongues be mute,
And Christian hearts be cold?
O catch the anthem that from heaven
O'er Judah's mountains rolled!
When nightly burst from seraph-harps
The high and solemn lay,--
"Glory to God; on earth be peace;
Salvation comes to-day!"
--_Edmund Hamilton Sears_.

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HYMNS AND POEMS FOR THE TWILIGHT HOUR

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READY FOR BED

Hark! the clock strikes from the steeple;
Now good-night to all good people;
Bed is ready to receive us;
Yet you say, "Oh, do not leave us!"
Thank you, friends, but we must hurry,
Else our dear old nurse will worry.

Good-bye, father; good-bye, mother;
Come now, baby; come now, brother:
By your sisters three attended,
All must go, for play is ended.--
Early go, if wise and wealthy
We would be, and also healthy.

So good-night to all good people!
Hark! from yet another steeple,
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven:
Now to bed, and bless you, Heaven.
Good advice comes from the steeple:
So good-night to all good people!
--_Ida Fay_.

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BABY'S BOAT

Baby's in the boat,
Rocking to and fro;
Tautest craft afloat,--
Baby's watch below.

Snowy sails are set:
Little lullabies,
Hush the pretty pet,
Close the laughing eyes.

Storms can never harm;
Mother watches near:
Oh! her loving arm
Knows the way to steer.

Quiet now, at last,
Till the morning beams;
Baby's anchored fast
In the port of dreams.
--_George Cooper_.

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