BROWN LARK AND BLACKBIRD. O brown lark, loving cloud-land best, Thee doth a musical unrest Drive to rise upward from thy nest Far fathoms high. O fluid-fluting blackbird, keep The midnight of thy wing Close to my home, where leaves grow deep, Since where two lovers lie asleep, Thou lov'st to sing. A CHRISTMAS HYMN. E. H. SEARS. C ALM on the listening ear of night Celestial choirs from courts above And angels, with their sparkling lyres, The answering hills of Palestine And greet from all their holy hights O'er the blue depths of Galilee "Glory to God!" the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring: "Peace on the earth--good-will to men From Heaven's Eternal King." Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Savior now is born! More bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn; And brighter on Moriah's brow, This day shall Christian tongues be mute, O catch the anthem that from heaven When nightly burst from seraph harps |