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Poor wanderers of a stormy day! From wave to wave we're driven, And Fancy's flash, and Reason's ray, Serves but to light the troubled wayThere's nothing calm, but Heaven!

THE BIRD LET LOOSE. THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,

When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor Aies Where idle warblers roam.

But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, GoD, from every care
And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through Virtue's purer air,
To hold my course to Thee!
No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs ;-
Thy Sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy Freedom in her wings!

FALLEN IS THY THRONE.
FALLEN is thy Throne, oh Israel!
Silence is o'er thy plains;
Thy dwellings all lie desolate,

Thy children weep in chains.
Where are the dews that fed thee

On Etham's barren shore?

That fire from Heaven which led thee,
Now lights thy path no more.

LORD! thou didst love Jerusalem-
Once she was all thy own;
Her love thy fairest heritage,t
Her power thy glory's throne.
Till evil came, and blighted

Thy long-loved olive-tree;—||
And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other gods than Thee.
Then sunk the star of Solyma-

Then passed her glory's day, Like heath that, in the wilderness,§ The wild wind whirls away. Silent and waste her bowers, Where once the mighty trod, And sunk those guilty towers, While Baal reigned as God. "Go"-sail the LORD-" Ye Conquerors! Steep in her blood your swords, And raze to earth her battlements, T For they are not the LORD's. Till Zion's mournful daughter O'er kindred bones shall tread, And Hinnom's vale of slaughter** Shall hide but half her dead!"

THE TURF SHALL BE MY FRAGRANT SHRINE.

THE turf shall be my fragrant shrine;
My temple, Lord! that Arch of thine;
My censer's breath the mountain airs,
And silent thoughts my only prayers.t

The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, In order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to watch she is destined.

"I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."-Jeremiah, xii. 7.

"Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."-Jeremiah, xiv. 21. "The Lord called thy name a green olive-tree; fair, and of goodly fruit," &c.-Jeremiah, xi. 16.

"For he shall be like the heath in the desert."-Jeremiah, xvii. 6.

"Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's."Jeremiah, v. 10.

**"Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place."-Jeremiah. vii. 32.

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My choir shall be the moonlight waves,
When murmuring homeward to their caves,
Or when the stillness of the sea,
Even more than music, breathes of Thee!

I'll seek, by day, some glade unknown,
All light and silence, like thy throne;
And the pale stars shall be, at night,
The only eyes that watch my rite.

Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look,
Shall be my pure and shining book,
Where I shall read, in words of flame,
The glories of thy wondrous name.

I'll read thy anger in the rack
That clouds awhile the day-beam's track;
Thy mercy in the azure hue

Of sunny brightness, breaking through.
There's nothing bright, above, below,
From flowers that bloom to stars that glow,
But in its light my soul can see
Some feature of thy Deity.

There's nothing dark, below, above,
But in its gloom I trace thy Love,
And meekly wait that moment, when
Thy touch shall turn all bright again!

WHO IS THE MAID?

ST. JEROME'S LOVE.*

WHO is the Maid my spirit seeks,

Through cold reproof and slander's blight! Has she Love's roses on her cheeks?

Is hers an eye of this world's light?
No-wan and sunk with midnight prayer
Are the pale looks of her I love;
Or if, at times, a light be there,
Its beam is kindled from above.

I chose not her, my heart's elect,

From those who seek their Maker's shrine In gems and garlands proudly decked, As if themselves were things divine. No-Heaven but faintly warms the breast

That beats beneath a broidered veil; And she who comes in glitt'ring vest To mourn her frailty, still is frail.t Not so the faded form I prize

And love, because its bloom is gone;
The glory in those sainted eyes

Is all the grace her brow puts on.
And ne'er was Beauty's dawn so bright,
So touching as that form's decay,
Which, like the altar's trembling light,
In holy lustre wastes away.

OH, THOU! WHO DRYEST THE MOURNERS TEAR.

"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wears -Psalm cxlvii. 3.

Oн. Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to Thee!

The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown ;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of wo.

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When joy no longer sooths or cheers,

And even the hope that threw

A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimmed and vanished too,

Oh, who would bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy Wing of Love

Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our Peace-branch from above?

Then sorrow, touched by Thee, grows bright
With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shows us worlds of light
We never saw by day!

WEEP NOT FOR THOSE.

WEEP not for those whom the veil of the tomb,
In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes,
Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom,

Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
Death chilled the fair fountain, ere sorrow had stained it;
'Twas frozen in all the pure light of its course,
And but sleeps till the sunshine of Heaven has unchained it,
To water that Eden where first was its source.
Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb,

In life's happy morning, hath hid from our eyes
Ere sin threw a blight o'er the spirit's young bloom,
Or earth had profaned what was born for the skies.
Mourn not for her, the young Bride of the Vale,
Our gayest and loveliest, lost to us now,
Ere life's early lustre had time to grow pale,

And the garland of Love was yet fresh on her brow. Oh, then was her moment, dear spirit, for flying

From this gloomy world, while its gloom was unknownAnd the wild hymns she warbled so sweetly, in dying, Were echoed in heaven by lips like her own. Weep not for her-in her spring-time she flew

To that land where the wings of the soul are unfurled; And now, like a star beyond evening's cold dew, Looks radiantly down on the tears of this world.

SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL.

MIRIAM'S SONG.

"And Miriam the Prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel In her hand; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances."-Exod. xv. 20.

SOUND the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea!
JEHOVAH has triumphed-his people are free.
Sing-for the pride of the tyrant is broken,

His chariots, his horsemen, all splendid and brave

How rain was their boast, for the Lord hath but spoken,
And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
JEHOVAH has triumphed-his people are free.
Praise to the conqueror, praise to the Lord!

His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword.-
Who shall return to tell Egypt the story

Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride?
For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory,t
And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide.
Sound the loud Timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea;
JEHOVAH has triumphed-his people are free!

GO, LET ME WEEP.

Go, let we weep-there's bliss in tears, When he who sheds them inly feels Some lingering stain of early years Effaced by every drop at steals.

This second verse, which I wrote long arter the first, alludes to the fate of a very lovely and amiable girl, the daughter of the late Colonel Bainbrigge, who was married in Ashbourne church, October 31, 1815, and died of a fever in a few weeks after; the sound of her marriage-bells seemed scarcely out of our ears when we heard of her death. During her last delirium she sung several hymns, in a Foice even clearer and sweeter than usual, and among them were some from the present collection (particularly, "There's nothing bright but Heaven"), which this very interesting girl had often heard me sing during the summer.

"And it came to pass, that, in the morning watch, the Lord ooked unto the hos of the Egyptians, through the pillar of fire d of the cloud, and roubled the host of the Egyptians.-Exod. v. 24.

The fruitless showers of worldly wo
Fall dark to earth and never rise;
While tears that from repentance flow,
In bright exhalement reach the skies.
Go, let me weep.

Leave me to sigh o'er hours that flew
More idly than the summer's wind,
And, while they passed, a fragrance threw,
But left no trace of sweets behind.-
The warmest sigh that pleasure heaves
Is cold, is faint to those that swell
The heart, where pure repentance grieves
O'er hours of pleasure, loved too well.
Leave me to sigh.

COME NOT, OH LORD.

COME not, oh LORD, in te read robe of splendor
Thou wor'st on the Mount, in the day of thine ire:
Come veiled in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender,
Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire!
LORD, thou rememb'rest the night, when thy Nation
Stood fronting her Foe by the red-rolling stream;
O'er Egypt thy pillar shed dark desolation,

While Israel tasked all the night in its beam.
So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold thee,
From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove;
While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold thee,
Oh, turn upon us the mild light of thy Love!

WERE NOT THE SINFUL MARY'S TEARS.
WERE not the sinful Mary's tears

An offering worthy Heaven,
When, o'er the faults of former years,
She wept-and was forgiven?

When, bringing every balmy sweet

Her day of luxury stored,

She o'er her Savior's hallowed feet,
The precious odors poured;

And wiped them with that golden hair,
Where once the diamond shone;
Though now those gems of grief were there
Which shine for GoD alone!

Were not those sweets, so humbly shed-
That hair-those weeping eyes-
And the sunk heart, that inly bled-
Heaven's noblest sacrifice?

Thou, that hast slept in error's sleep,
Oh, wouldst thou wake in Heaven,
Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep,

"Love much," and be forgiven!

AS DOWN IN THE SUNLESS RETREATS.
As down in the sunless retreats of the Ocean,
Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see,
So, deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion,
Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee,
My GOD! silent, to thee-
Pure, warm, silent, to thee.

As still to the star of its worship, though clouded,
The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea,
So, dark as roam, in this wintry world shrouded,
The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee,
My GoD! trembling, to thee-
True, fond, trembling, to thee.

ANGEL OF CHARITY.
ANGEL of Charity, who, from above,
Comest to dwell a pilgrim here,
Thy voice is music, thy smile is love,
And Pity's soul is in thy tear.

"And it came between the camp of the Egyptians and the camp of Israel; and it was a cloud and darkness to them, but it gave light by night to these."-Exod. xiv. 20.

+"Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved muck -Luke, vil 47

When on the shrine of God were laid First-fruits of all most good and fair, That ever bloomed in Eden's shade,

Thine was the holiest offering there. Hope and her sister, Faith, were given But as our guides to yonder sky; Soon as they reach the verge of heaven, There, lost in perfect bliss, they die. But, long as Love, Almighty Love,

Shall on his throne of thrones abide, Thou, Charity, shall dwell above, Smiling for ever by His side!

BUT WHO SHALL SEE.
BUT who shall see the glorious day
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The LORD shall rend that veil away
Which hides the nations now?
When earth no more beneath the fear
Of his rebuke shall lie ;

When pain shall cease, and every tear
Be wiped from ev'ry eye.||

Then, Judah, thou no more shalt mourn
Beneath the heathen's chain;
Thy days of splendor shall return,
And all be new again.§

The Fount of Life shall then be quaffed
In peace, by all who come;¶

And every wind that blows shall waft
Some long-lost exile home.

ALMIGHTY GOD!

CHORUS OF PRIESTS.

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ALMIGHTY GOD! when round thy shrine
The palm-tree's heavenly branch we twine,**
(Emblem of Life's eternal ray,

And Love that "fadeth not away,")
We bless the flowers, expanded all,
We bless the leaves that never fall,
And trembling say "In Eden thus
The Tree of Life may flower for us!"
When round thy Cherubs-smiling calm,
Without their flames‡‡ we read the palm,
Oh God! we feel the emblem true-
Thy Mercy is eternal too.

Those Cherubs, with their smiling eyes,
That crown of palm which never dies,
Are but the types of thee above-
Eternal Life, and Peace, and Love!

BEHOLD THE SUN.

BEHOLD the Sun, how bright From yonder East he springs,

As if the soul of life and light

Were breathing from his wings.

"Then Faith shall fail, and holy Hope shall die,
One lost in certainty, and one in joy."-Prior.

And he will destroy, in this mountain, the face of the covering ast over all people, and the veil that is spread over all nations."Isaiah, xxv. 7.

"The rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth."-Isaiah, xxv. 8.

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes;... . . Beither shall there be any more pain."-Rev. xxi. 4.

"And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new."-Rev. xxi. 5.

"And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely."Rev. xxii. 17.

"The Scriptures having declared that the Temple of Jerusalem was a type of the Messiah, it is natural to conclude that the Palms, which made so conspicuous a figure in that structure, represented that Life and Immortality which were brought to light by the Gospol."-Observations on the Palm, as a Sacred Emblem, by W. Tighe. ++"And he carved all the walls of the house round about with carved figures of cherubims, and palm-trees, and open flowers."— 1 Kings, vi. 29.

tt When the passover of the tabernacles was revealed to the great lawgiver in the mount, then the cherubic images which apDeared in that structure were no longer surrounded by flames; for the tabernacle was a type of the dispensation of mercy, by which Jehovah confirmed his gracious covenant to redeem mankind."Observations on the Pulm.

So bright the Gospel broke
Upon the souls of men ;
So fresh the dreaming world awoke
In Truth's full radiance then.

Before yon Sun arose,

Stars clustered through the sky-
But oh, how dim! how pale were those,
To His one burning eye!

So Truth lent many a ray,

To bless the Pagan's night

But, LORD, how weak, how cold were they To Thy One glorious Light!

OH FAIR! OH PUREST!

SAINT AUGUSTINE TO HIS SISTER.

OH fair! oh purest! be thou the dove
That flies alone to some sunny grove,
And lives unseen, and bathes her wing,
All vestal white, in the limpid spring.
There, if the hov'ring hawk be near,
That limpid spring, in its mirror clear,
Reflects him, ere he reach his prey,
And warns the timorous bird any.
Be thou this dove;
Fairest, purest, be thou this dove.

The sacred pages of Gon's own book
Shall be the spring, the eternal brook,
In whose holy mirror, night and day,
Thou'lt study Heaven's reflected ray;—
And should the foes of virtue dare,
With gloomy wing to seek thee there,
Thou wilt see how dark their shadows lie
Between Heaven and thee, and trembling fy!
Be thou that dove;

Fairest, purest, be thou that dove.

LORD, WHO SHALL BEAR THAT DAY!
LORD, who shall bear that day, so dread, so splendid,
When we shall see thy Angel, hovʼring o'er
This sinful world, with hand to heaven extended,

And hear him swear by thee that Time's no more }
When Earth shall feel thy fast-consuming raƒ—
Who, Mighty GoD, oh who shall bear that day?
When through the world thy awful call hath sounded-
"Wake, all ye Dead, to judgment wake, ye Dead!”!
And from the clouds, by seraph eyes surrounded,

The Savior shall put forth his radiant head ;]
While Earth and Heaven before him pass away-§
Who, Mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?
When, with a glance, th' Eternal Judge shall sever
Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright,
And say to those, "Depart from me for ever!"

To these, "Come, dwell with me in endless light!"
When each and all in silence take their way-
Who, Mighty God! oh who shall bear that day?

In St. Augustine's treatise upon the advantages of a sear! life, addressed to his sister, there is the following fanciful passat, from which, the reader will perceive, the thought of this song taken: "Te, soror, nunquam, nolo esse securam, sed mers semperque, tuam fragilitatem habere suspectam, ad instar pa columbæ frequentare rivos aquarum et quasi in speculo accip cernere supervolantis effigieia et cavere. Rivi aquarum sententia sunt scripturarum, que de limpidissimo sapientiæ fonte produe tes," &c., &c.-De Vit. Eremit, ad Sororem.

+"And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth, lifted up his hand to heaven, and sware by Him that verb for ever and ever, . . . . that there should be time no anger."Rev. x. 5, 6.

"Awake, ye dead, and come to judgment." "They shall see the Son of Man coming in the clouds of hea en-and all the angels with him."-Matt. xxiv. 30, and xxv. 31. From whose face the earth and the heaven filed away"Rev. xx. 11.

"And before Him shall be gathered all nations, and He st separate them one from another.

Then shall the King say into them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you "Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed. &c.

And these shall go away into everlasting punishment; but the righteous into life eternal.”—Matt. xxv. 32, et seq.

OH, TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.

Он, teach me to love Thee, to feel what thou art,
Till, filled with the one sacred image, my heart
Shall all other passions disown;

Like some pure temple, that shines apart,

Reserved for thy worship alone.

In joy and in sorrow, through praise and through blame, Thus still let me, living and dying the same,

In thy service bloom and decay

Like some lone altar, whose votive flame

In holinesss wasteth away.

Though born in this desert, and doomed by my birth
To pain and affiction, to darkness and dearth,

On thee let my spirit rely

Like some rude dial, that, fixed on earth,
Still looks for its light from the sky.

WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL. WEEP, weep for him, the Man of GOD-* In yonder vale he sunk to rest; But none of earth can point the sodf That flowers above his sacred breast. Weep, children of Israel, weep! His doctrine fell like Heaven's rain,‡ His words refreshed like Heaven's dew

Oh, ne'er shall Israel see again

A Chief, to GOD and her so true.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!
Remember ye his parting gaze,

His farewell song by Jordan's tide,
When, full of glory and of days,
He saw the promised land-and died.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!
Yet died he not as men who sink,

Before our eyes, to soulless clay;

But, changed to spirit, like a wink
Of summer lightning, passed away.§
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.
LIKE morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in those furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light-

Thy Grace can send its breathings o'er
The Spirit, dark and lost before,
And, fresh'ning all its depths, prepare
For Truth divine to enter there.
Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay th' unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
Even Angels stooped to hear that song.
So sleeps the soui, till thou, oh LORD,
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord-
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at God's altar fervently kneel;

dere bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish― Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can not heal.

"And the children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Hoab."-Deut. xxxiv. 8.

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"And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab; oman knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day."-Ibid, ver. 6. "My doctrine shall drop as the rain; my speech shall distil as as dew."-Moses' Song, Deut. xxxii. 2.

I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt nt go over thither."-Deut. xxxiv. 4:

As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and was Il discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, 4 he disappeared in a certain valley, although he wrote in the Books that he died, which was done out of fear, lest they ld venture to say that, because of his extraordinary virtue, he ut to God.”—Josephus, book iv., chap. viii.

Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying→→→ "Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can not cure.

Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us,
What charm for aching hearts he can reveal,
Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us—
"Earth has no sorrow that GoD can not heal."

AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME.
AWAKE, arise, thy light is come;"

The nations, that before outshona thee,
Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb-
The glory of the LORD is on thee!
Arise-the Gentiles to thy ray,

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From every nook of earth shall cluster,
And kings and princes haste to pay
Their homage to thy rising lustre.t
Lift up thine eyes around, and see,

O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters,
Thy exiled sons return to thee,

To thee return thy homesick daughters.‡ And camels rich, from Midian's tents,

Shall lay their treasures down before thees

And Saba bring her gold and scents,

To fill thy air and sparkle o'er thee.||

See, who are these, that, like a cloud,§
Are gathering from all earth's dominions,
Like doves, long absent, when allowed
Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions.

Surely the isles shall wait for me,¶

The ships of Tarshish round will hover, To bring thy sons across the sea,

And waft their gold and silver over.
And Lebanon thy pomp shall grace_**
The fir, the pine, the palm victorious,
Shall beautify our Holy Place,

And make the ground I tread on glorious.
No more shall Discord haunt thy ways,ff
Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation;
But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise,

And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation. The sun no more shall make thee bright,‡t Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee; But GoD, himself, shall be thy Light,

And flash eternal glory through thee. Thy sun shall never more go down;

A ray, from Heaven itself descended, Shall light thy everlasting crown

Thy days of mourning, all are ended.

My own, clect, and righteous Land!

The Branch, for ever green and vernal,

Which I have planted with this hand

Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.§§

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"Arise, shine! for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee."-Isaiah, Ix.

"And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy sising."-Ib.

Lift up thine eyes round about, and see; all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side."-[b.

"The multitude of camels shall cover thee; the dromedaries of Midian and Ephah; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense."-Ib.

"Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?"-Ib.

"Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them."- Ib.

"The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee: the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanetuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious."-Ib. tt Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls Salvation, and thy gates praise."-Ib.

"Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord sha!! be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory."-Ib. Thy sun shall no more go down; .... for the Lord shal. be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended."--lb.

"Thy people als. the land for ever, he hands "-lb.

shall be all righteous, they shall inherit ranch of my planting the work of my

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT. THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary—

What may that desert be?

"Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come Are lost like that daylight, for 'tis not their home.

There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes
The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-
Who may that Pilgrim be?

'Tis Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on
By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.

There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing—

What may that Fountain be ?

'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
To point where those waters in secrecy dwell-

Who may that Spirit be?

"Tis Faith, humble Faith, who hath learned that, where'er Her wand bends to worship, the Truth must be there!

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.

SINCE first Thy Word awaked my heart,
Like new life dawning o'er me,
Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art,
All light and love before me.
Naught else I feel, or hear or see-

All bonds of earth I sever

Thee, O GOD, and only Thee
'I live for, now and ever.

Like him whose fetters dropped away
When light shone o'er his prison,t
My spirit, touched by Mercy's ray,
Hath from her chains arisen.
And shall a soul Thou bidst be free,

Return to bondage ?-Never!

Thee, O GOD, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

HARK! "TIS THE BREEZE. HARK! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling Earth's weary children to repose; While, round the couch of Nature falling, Gently the night's soft curtains close. Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining, Numberless stars, through yonder dark, Shall look, like eyes of Cherubs shining From out the veils that hid the Ark. Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest, Thou who, in silence throned above, Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest

Thy watch of Glory, Power, and Love, Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely,

Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn, May, in their darkness, stilly, purely,

Like "sealed fountains," rest till dawn.

WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?

WHERE is your dwelling, ye Sainted?
Through what Elysium more bright
Than fancy or hope ever painted,
Walk ye in glory and light?
Who the same kingdom inherits?

Breathes there a soul that may dare
Look to that world of Spirits,

Or hope to dwell with you there?

• In singing, the following line had better be adopted :"Can but by the gifted of Heaven be found."

↑ "And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison,.... and his chatus fell off from his hands."-Acts, xii. 7

Sages! who, even in exploring
Nature through all her bright ways,
Went, like the Seraphs adoring,

And veiled your eyes in the blaze-
Martyrs! who left for our reaping

Truths you had sown in your bloodSinners! whom long years of weeping Chastened from evil to goodMaidens! who, like the young Crescent, Turning away your pale brows From earth, and the light of the Present, Looked to your Heavenly Spouse— Say, through what region enchanted, Walk ye, in Heaven's sweet air? Say, to what spirits 'tis granted, Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.
How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,
Whose theme is in the skies-
Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer Heaven they rise.

Though Love his magic lyre may tune,

Yet ah, the flowers he round it wreathes
Were plucked beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness in their odor breathes.
How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties
Sweet flowers that turn to heavenly fruit,
And palm that never dies.
Though War's high-sounding harp may be
Most welcome to the hero's ears.

Alas, his chords of victory

Are wet, all o'er, with human tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run,
Who hymn, like Saints above,
No victor, but th' Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.
Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,

When the Spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
To those she long hath mourned for here?
Hearts, from which 'twas death to sever

Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,

Shall meet us and be lost no more.
When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and heaven, where are they,
Beneath whose smile we once lay basking,

Blest, and thinking bliss would stay?
Hope still lifts her radiant finger,
Pointing to th' eternal Home,
Upon whose portal yet they linger,
Looking back for us to come.

Alas, alas-doth Hope deceive us?
Shall friendship-love-shall all those ties
That bind a moment, and then leave us,
Be found again where nothing dies?
Oh, if no other boon were given,
To keep our hearts from wrong and stain,
Who would not try to win a Heaven
Where all we love shall live again?

WAR AGAINST BABYLON. "WAR against Babylon!" shout we around, Be our banners through earth unfurled; Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound-t "War against Babylon!" shout through the world!

"Shout against her round about."-Jer. 1. 15.

+"Set ye up a standard in the land, blow the trumpet among the nations, prepare the nations against her, call together against has the kingdoms," &c., &c.—Jer. li. 27

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