The Gleaner. To yonder field whence golden corn In bounteous sheaves was borne away, So Heaven's best gifts are round us strewn, Chances of good, in work or word, "Oh, haste to glean them ere they fade!" So our day's toil shall we fulfil; And when the evening calm we see, Like ripened sheaves, we too shall fill The Chapel on the Hill. FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND. SEE the chapel on the mountain Mournfully the bell is calling For a burial on the hill : The shepherd hears the echo falling, Their graves are there, who once were singing In the vale so full of joy, And that bell shall yet be ringing E'en for thee, gay shepherd boy ! The Three Flowers. FROM THE GERMAN. THERE is a sweet flower called modesty, There is a sweet flower called humility, A third fair flower is for ever near Where the first two bloom so sweet and clear; Then cherish, maiden, these flowerets three, LEGEND OF Our Lady of the Sainte Chapelle. THERE stood a little peasant child Where our sweet Lady's image smiled The child brought flowers and garlands green She longed to crown her holy queen, "Oh, I am but a little child, I cannot reach so high, My little wreath of flowerets wild "Yet, holy mother, white and fair, To lay it on thy marble hair, So beautiful to see!" Oh, wonder! then it seemed to smile, Then slow its royal head it bowed, And ever since, that image stands, To show that Mary, gracious queen, And bends to bless from heaven serene |