Written At Dat-dawn

BY ALICE CARY. Who conld have thonghtthe world wou ld be awaka In sueh short epace, secing an hour ao II ow dark it wJ ; Llmt yuniU-r cluud could take Bncta ;lory on her skirts, scarlet and mow, With stripee of saffrou broadening all a long- Bettcr Umu I eau niake them in my song. So doth the heavy darkuess which we taka Sometimos about us suddcnly depart ; There oomotb iu it jast a Mttle ojeak At tïr-t, whoreby there atealetli to the heart A shadowy gleim of half-relnctantM.u'lH, Theo more, tili by aud by allgetteth briht. BltUng bcside my windovr this sweet honr, Aud Beting all thlngfl into uewness burst, I somehow nave got uoaror to the Power ThaL made ihe world, and made the Ught ntfirst ; And all my fears about that lonj;. long ught Thateometh on eo eoon, have vanishud quito. Morcovcr, I have learned to hold Him wiso Who useth a!l his koc1i as freely ;iven : Secing the poor plain Aowor urn-luw hor eycs. Ano turn her face to takc the ki.-s of heaven, Af if Bhe kiiew that to her ueedful Hght, IuiiuitePity had bound fast her riht. Could the creat world have turned herself about lu the embraciníí eradle o' the air, To hal] ihe rifling of her puu, without The intervcutiou of His special care, Who callod her out of chaos and old ulht, Sayin, Let there bo light, and there was light I O Soul, Pit thou no more in sad miaease, As if that thou apart i rom film couldst dweil; Theclondthoo fearestso, his chambr ie, And each new moru a Heperato mijacte. Can poverty, then, thy estáte make dim- Hast thou uot everythiug in haviiig llim?