Or those who, with a hope sublime,

Are waiting for the Lord’s good time.

Only for those the angels sing,

“All glory to our new-born King,

And peace and good-will unto men,

Hosanna to our God! Amen!”

Miss Landon.

Sent from the ark, the dove, with timid flight,

Strove through the storms, yet found not where to light;

Pursued by winds o’er restless ocean’s roar,