FUNERAL HYMN.

And open wide, thou Gate of Peace,
And let this other journey cease;

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Nor grudge a narrow couch, dear neighbors, For slumbers won by life-long labors.

Beneath these sods how close ye lie!
But many a mansion 's in yon sky.
E'en now, beneath the sapphire throne
Is his prepared through God's dear Son.

"I quickly come!" that Saviour cries;
Yea, quickly come, this church-yard sighs.
Come, Jesus, come! we wait for thee,—
Thine now and ever let us be.

The Bugle-Song.

THE splendor falls on castle walls,
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,

And the wild cataract leaps in glory:

Blow, bugle, blow!-set the wild echoes flying! Blow, bugle! answer echoes, dying, dying, dying!

O hark! O hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far, from cliff and scar,

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!

Blow! let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle! answer echoes, dying, dying, dying!

O love, they die in yon rich sky,

They faint on hill, on field, on river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul,

And grow forever and forever.

Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes answer, dying, dying,

dying!

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ASTOK, LENOX AND HILDEN HOT NATIONS

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ENIGMAS.

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Enigmas.

FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.

A BRIDGE weaves its own arch with pearls
High o'er a tranquil dark gray sea;

And in a moment it unfurls

Its dizzy span unbounded, free.

The tallest barks, with swelling sail,
May pass beneath its arch with ease;

It bears no burden, 't is too frail,

And when thou wouldst approach it flees.

With floods it came, and disappears
Whene'er the water's course is seal'd.

Say where its lofty arch it rears,
And by what architect reveal'd?

Know'st thou the picture soft of hue?
Itself the fountain of its light.
Each moment changing to the view,

Yet ever perfect, fresh, and bright.