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THE CONSTELLATIONS.

Oh, Constellations of the early nightThat sparkled brighter as the twilight died,And made the darkness glorious! I have seenYour rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,And sink behind the mountains. I have seenThe great Orion, with his jewelled belt,That large-limbed warrior of the skies, go downInto the gloom. Beside him sauk a crowdOf shining ones. I look in vain to findThe group of sister-stars, which motherslove To show their wondering babes, the gentle Seven.
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