With solemn awe they'd stand and tremble;
Than all their works, they'd own this greater,
And bow before the great Creator.




TWILIGHT MUSINGS.

BY AMELIA.

I wandered out one summer night,
'Twas when my years were few,
The wind was singing in the light,
And I was singing too.

One fleecy cloud upon the air,
Was all that met my eyes,
It floated like an angel there,
Between me and the skies.

I clapped my hands and warbled wild,
As here and there I flew,
For I was but a careless child,
And did as children do.

I heard the laughing wind behind,
'Twas playing with my hair;
The breezy fingers of the wind,
How cool and moist they were.