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_