...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. .MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared !...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. LINES ON LEAVING CASCO. AN EXTRACT. BY CHARLES H. PORTER. FRESH from my heart what warm emotions spring,...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the river of life between. No other voice nor sound is there...challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of life's wave. But when the solemn and deep church bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. BONNET— OCTOBER. BY WILLIAM CULLEN III: VA NT. AT, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath !...

...spectral camp is seen, THE BELEAGUERED CITY. 97 And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The-spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. I FELICIA...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen,' And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...rushing of Life's wave. And, when the solemn and deep chureh-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away....

...when the solemn and deep church bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell1, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad vale of tears afar The spectral host is fled ; Faith shinclh as a morning star. Our ghastly fears are dead." „ We feel sensibly that...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen,' And with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. IT IS NOT ALWAYS MAY. Tii v son is bright, the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing, And...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death,...

...midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice, nor sound is there,...shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. SONNET— OCTOBER. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. AY, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath ! When...