EARTH'S WITNESS.

That Poet wrongs his soul, whose dreary cry Calls "winds" and "waves," and "burning stars of night" To bring our darkness nature's clearer light On that just sentence, "Thou shalt surely die;" To track the spirit as it leaves its clay To bring back surety of its future home, Or echo of the voice that calleth "come," To prove that it is borne to perfect day. Say rather, "winds," who heard the Master speak, And "waves," who by His voice transfixed were stayed, And stars that lighted Christ's deep shade— Your confirmation of our trust we seek. Ye know how shadowy Death's dreary prison, Because ye witnessed Christ our life, up risen.