High Hopes Tliat Iliirii. Hisli 'hopen that Imrn like stars sublimo Go down the skies of freidimi. And true hearts perish in the time Wc hitterest nood Vm ; But never Hit we down and say, "There"s nothlng left but sorrow." Wc walk tliii wiUlfruuBH to-day- The promised land to morrow. Our birds of flonfi are silciit now; Tlifre iiro no flowers blooming: But Ufo burns in the frozeu bough, And freéáom's spring ia ioïningi And freedom's tide comea up alway, Thoutth we may stand in jorrow, And our ooil bark. am-ound to-day, Shall float again to morrow. -Natthville CfirixUan Advocate.