Good night! God bless thee, love, wherever thou art, And keep thee, like an infant, in His arms! And all good messengers that move unseen By eye sin-darkened, and on noiseless wings Carry glad tidings to the doors of sleep, Touch all thy tears to pearls of heavenly joy. Oh! I am very lonely, missing thee; Yet, morning, noon, and night, sweet memories Are nestling round thy name within my heart, Like summer birds in frozen winter woods. Good night! _Good night!_ oh, for the mutual word! Oh, for the loving pressure of thy hand! Oh, for the tender parting of thine eyes! God bless thee, love, wherever thou art! Good night. II. Good night, my love! Another day has brought Its load of grief and stowed it in my heart, So full already, Joy is crushed to death, And Hope stands mute and shivering at the door. Still Memory, kind angel, stays within, And will not leave me with my grief alone, But whispers of the happy days that were Made glorious by the light of thy pure eyes. Oh! shall I ever see thee, love, again, My own, my darling, my soul’s best beloved, Far more than I had ever hoped to find Of true and good and beautiful on earth? Oh! shall I _never_ see thee, love, again? My treasure found and loved and lost, good night. III. Good night, my love! Without, the wintry winds Make the night sadly vocal; and within, The hours that danced along so full of joy, Like skeletons have come from out their graves, And sit beside me at my lonely fire,-- Guests grim but welcome, which my fancy decks, In all the beauty that was theirs when thou Didst look and breathe and whisper softly on them. So do they come and sit, night after night, Talking to me of thee till I forget That they are mere illusions and the past Is gone forever. They have vanished now, And I am all alone, and thou art--where? My love, good angels bear thee my good night! WINTER SUNSHINE. The “Miserere” of the wintry earth Went up to Heaven on the wings of air-- I heard it, sitting by my lonely hearth-- An awful music; sighs and moans of prayer, The anguish human words could never bear Into God’s ear, the agony whose birth The soul hides from itself were mingled there With the fierce undertones of frantic mirth. Then came a hush, and suddenly the floor Was carpeted with sunshine, living gold, That filled the heart with summer; Heaven’s door Was touched and opened, and at once there rolled, In strains of sweetest music from above, Back to the earth an answer, “God is Love!” CHRISTUS SALVATOR. I.