Nor falling waters ever raise,

Nor is it heard in earthly lays —
Mysterious and dim !

A strain of heavenly music lies

In all God's universal plan !
From this great world its chords arise —
It lives, it breathes, it clings, it dies !
It echoes in the stars ; it sighs

Deep in the soul of Man.
All soundlessly its notes may steal.
All silently may upward rise.
Yet Harmony would nought conceal.
And still some secret sense can feel
Soft music, like an organ's peal.
Ascending to the skies.
Jan D. Colvin 8i

And in this dream of solitude

The flame of feeling brighter glows ;

No sin, no sorrow shall intrude

Upon the charm of Nature's mood ;

But Thought, in silence, here shall brood.
And Passion know repose.
R. J. T. Jefferson.
The Salt of the Earth.
The Jews, as every one admits,

Are all you say, Rabinowitz :

The noblest and the best of races,

Whose kindly hearts belie their faces.
They've made in music, art, and letters

The nations of the world their debtors ;

Who can deny it, when they own

A Heine and a Mendelssohn ;

Or, in the realm of thought and prose, a

Colossal genius like Spinoza ;

Nay — proudest boast of all their nation —

Freemantle as a blood relation ?

Then in the Law their work we see :
The Sabbath and the I.D.B. ;
In politics, who greater than
Their Beaconsfield or Lieberman ?
They'd give the warlike Togo tips
In floating mines and sinking ships ;
In fact, there are not any flies
Upon their business enterprise.
