Compensation

n that new worlil toward wliich our feet are Bet hall we flnd aught to make our heartsforget Larth's hoiuely Joys and her bright hou ra of hlinn? as heaven a apell divine enoueh for tlilsT 'ur wlio the p'euxure of the spring shall teil, W hen on the leafleas stock the browa budn swell, Vhen tlie graas brlghtens and the days grow long. Vud little blrds break out In rlppllng gong ? sweet the drooping eve, theMush of mom, 'haHliulli Kky, the uisilliii; Held of oom ; he soft aira biowlug ïïmn the frtwh'nlng NI'HH, 'he Kunlluckod Khiiilnw of the Hlutely trees, 'he mellow thunder and the lulllng rnlu, 'lic warm, dellcloas, happy ttummer rain. Vlun the grass briuhtena and the dnys grow long, Vinl little blrds breuk out lu rlppling song? beauty nmnifoUl from mom tlll nljïht, bh h'h mish. ii'miii'o biaza and sunsel's tender llulit ; fuir, fiimllhir features, chnnges sweet f hor revulvii k atatmtk, storm and sleet, And golden cahn, as slow he wheels through Hpace 'rom snow to roses ; andhow deur her face. Vheu the gras brlghtens, wheu the duys grow long. Mul little blrds urenk out In rlppllng song! 1 happy earth ! O home ro well beloved ! V hal recompense llave we, froui thee removed ? me hope we have that overtor the whole; The hopu of flndlng every van s i'd soul We love and lorg lor dally, and tor tbts Oladly we turn from t lic, aud itll tby bllss. Kvni al thy lovelleist, when the days are long. And little blids hrenk out In rlppllng song.