Gray." Music! Sweet music! il
glade the heart of the sailor upon the- -deep
blue sea, and the aoldier in the
camp or field; it comes as a 41 leaf of
healing" to the mourner, and makes
suoshioe iu the loaely cot of the poor. It
comes to us with a holy and purifying
power, and ihe rapt soul holds commun
ion with its God, when the solemn '
strains aro heard in ihe house of prayer.
It takes the character of sublimity,
When the nl"J triM hdlh comfort ipokaa, '
And hiil the weary and heart broken,
Hie power to see, -
Whs bule the widow's son lo wake, t
And 'he. I ami mfiVr'd tor our sake
'Jn bleaaei C'alvery. V, '
No marvel poets have chosen hum
and the native land, ae greaful theniels
nf song. In themselves, the words are.,
full of melody s in their associations they
form exquisit music. It is a bleued
thing to have a haven of rest where lovs
lights its beacon and keeps its vigils to
greet the retnrning-wanderer, weary of a
cheerless pilgrimage by flood or field.
