Wraps round her mantle, and in wild affright Illumes mankind, and brightens every scene; To him, his God, who bled on Calvary! While, lo! the voice of psalms, the tones of praise, Hard by the icy pole, believers raise. Though Day upon the waste and wildering scene Glooms o'er their world, and saddens half the year; In the blue sky, and each revolving star ; Trusts, with a hope that softens, yet sublimes, And knows that He, who form'd this rolling ball, Oh happy time, when crimeless all shall be, And in the spirit's sunshine walking free, No more by vice degraded and deprest! No thought but peace awaking in the breast; Earth, calm'd to beauty, shall again resume Primeval bliss, and Eden's forests bloom, Bright as when Adam, with a holy kiss, Embraced his chosen in the bowers of bliss! Love o'er the world shall spread his halcyon sway, The weak shall own it, and the wise obey; The summit of the hills shall murmur love, And echo catch the sound in glen and grove; Creatures that, far from human face exiled, Prowl'd the dim forest or unpeopled wild, Shall leave their dwellings, and, with meekness bland, Crouch at the feet of man, or lick his hand, Proclaim him Lord, and own the loved of Heaven! BOWRING. THE TEACHING OF JESUS. How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gather'd round, And joy and reverence fill'd the place! From heaven he came-of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. "Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, "Come, all ye weary ones and rest !" Yes! sacred Teacher-we will come Obey Thee,-love Thee, and be blest! Decay, then, tenements of dust! AN EVENING SERVICE. THE cold wind strips the yellow leaf, While day's fair book is closed before us. The songs have ceased,—and busy men O! in an hour so still as this, From care, and toil, and tumult stealing, I'll consecrate an hour to bliss To meek devotion's holy feeling; And rise to Thee-to Thee, whose hand Being, whose all-pervading might The laws of countless worlds disposes; Yet gives the sparkling dews their lightTheir beauty to the blushing roses : Thou, Ruler of our destiny! With million gifts hast Thou supplied us, Hidden from our view futurity, Unveiling all the past to guide us. Tho' dark may be earth's vale, and damp, Gladdens and gilds our path before us. SOTHEBY. SONG OF THE VIRGINS OF ISRAEL. DAUGHTERS of Israel! praise the Lord of Hosts! Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain voice Was heard without; the cry of woe within! Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain His thousands; David his ten thousands slain. Sing a new song. Spake not th' insulting foe? I will pursue, o'ertake, divide the spoil. My hand shall dash their infants on the stones : Each side, their virgin daughters groan; Erewhile to weave my conquest on their looms. Shout ye! and ye! make answer, Saul hath slain His thousands; David his ten thousands slain. |