THE MILLENNIUM.

BUT who shall see the glorious day,
When, throned on Zion's brow,
The Lord shall rend that veil away
Which blinds 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 every 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 quaff'd
In peace by all who come,

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

HYMN TO THE STARS.

Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,
In one eternal "hour of prime,"

Each rolling burningly, alone,

Through boundless space and countless time.

Ay, there ye shine! the golden dews

That pave the realms by seraphs trod;

There, through yon echoing vault, diffuse
The song of choral worlds to God.

Ye visible spirits! bright as erst

Young Eden's birthnight saw ye shine
On all her flowers and fountains first,
Yet sparkling from the hand divine;
Yes, bright as then ye smiled, to catch
The music of a sphere so fair,
Ye hold your high, immortal watch,
And gird your God's pavilion there.

Gold frets to dust,—yet there ye are ;
Time rots the diamond,—there ye roll
In primal light, as if each star

Enshrined an everlasting soul!

And does it not-since your bright throngs
One all-enlightening Spirit own,
Praised there by pure, sidereal tongues,
Eternal, glorious, blest, alone?

Could man but see what ye have seen,
Unfold awhile the shrouded past,

From all that is, to what has been,

The glance how rich! the range how vast! The birth of time, the rise, the fall Of empires, myriads, ages flown,

Thrones, cities, tongues, arts, worships,-all The things whose echoes are not gone.

Ye saw rapt Zoroaster send

His soul into your mystic reign; Ye saw the adoring Sabian bendThe living hills his mighty fane! Beneath his blue and beaming sky,

He worshipped at your lofty shrine, And deemed he saw, with gifted eye,

The Godhead in his works divine.

And there ye shine, as if to mock
The children of a mortal sire.

The storm, the bolt, the earthquake's shock,
The red volcano's cataract fire,

Drought, famine, plague, and blood, and flame,
All nature's ills, and life's worse woes,—
Are nought to you: ye smile the same,
And scorn alike their dawn and close.

Ay, there ye roll-emblems sublime

Of Him, whose spirit o'er us moves, Beyond the clouds of grief and crime,

Still shining on the world he loves:Nor is one scene to mortals given,

That more divides the soul and sod, Than yon proud heraldry of heavenYon burning blazonry of God!

HYMN FROM PSALM CXLVIII.

BEGIN, my soul, the exalted lay!
Let each enraptured thought obey,

And praise the Almighty's name.

Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell the inspiring theme.

Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where gay transporting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair!

I cust-ret there re are;

TAYS THE Cmond-there ye roll

I as each star

EISTA EL everlasting soul!

And does I pat-se your bright throngs
One Leening Spirit own,
Prussed there br pare, sidereal tongues,
Exec Clutions, best, alone?

Could man but see what ye have seen,
Triod awhile the shrouded past,

From all that is, to what has been,

The Shore how rich! the range how vast! The birth of time, the rise, the fall

Of empires, myriads, ages flown, Thrones, ches tongues, arts, worships,-all The things whose echoes are not gone.

Te saw rapt Zoroaster send

His soul into your mystic reign; Ye sow the adoring Sabian bend— The ring hills his mighty fane! Beneath his blue and beaming sky,

He worshipped at your lofty shrine, And deemed he saw, with gifted eye,

The Godhead in his works divine.

BEGIN, my soul, the exalted!
Let each enraptured thought way

And praise the Aim.gay Late.

Lo! heaven, and earth, and was aut skies, In one melodious concert rise.

To swell the inspiring theme.

Ye fif light, celestial plains, ransporting beauty reigns, divinely fair!