6 MARCH 1875, Page 16

THE THREE SINGERS.

SINGERS three Earth's echoes waken,

Thrilling early, hymning late ; Hearts rejoicing, hearts forsaken, Hear those choristers of Fate.

Plumed with orient light and glory, Carols Hope her matins clear ; How her bright celestial story Charms awaking Childhood's ear !

Hark ! the fuller music gushing From yon dim, sequestered grove: Youth is there, and Beauty, blushing, Lists the melodies of Love.

But the light fades off the meadows, And the woodland paths grow gray ; Now from out the deep'ning shadows Sorrow pours her lonely lay.

Hope—the eastern skies soon darken ; Love—the noon-glow lasts not long ; But the star-crowned Angels hearken,

And remember Sorrow's song. J. S. D_