The Wizard. He waved his wand! dark spirits knew And twice beheld them bootless all : "I feel Him like a burning fire- They come and on his people rest, "I see them from the mountain-top,— How fair their dwellings on the plain; Like trees that crown the valley's slope, Like waves that glitter on the main ! Strong, strong the lion slumbering there-Who first shall rouse him from his lair? Crouch, Amalek—and thou, vain king: Crouch by thine altars-vainer still! Hear ye the royal shouts that ring From Israel's camp beneath the hill ? They have a God amidst their tents, Banner at once, and battlements! 127 THE WIZARD. "A star shall break through yonder skies, All hail, mild screptre! hail, bright Star? And who am I, for whom is flung On Peor's top the wizard stood, MISS JEWSBURY. I Advent Bymu. THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, The glory! the glory! around him are pour'd The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard; Lo, the depths of the stone-covered monuments stirr'd! From ocean and earth, from the south pole and north, The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set, O mercy! O mercy! Look down from above, MILMAN. The Pilgrim's Bome. THERE are climates of sunshine, of beauty and gladness, Where roses are flourishing all the year long ; Their bowers are despoil'd not by wintery sadness, And their echoes reply to the nightingale's song: But coldly the Briton regards their temptations, Condemn'd from his friends and his kindred to roam, He looks on the brightness of lovelier nations, O why is this duteous and home-loving feeling Too oft he forgets the pure pleasure to come, Not such is the Christian:-devoted, believing, Through storm and through sunshine his trust shall abide: The way that he wends may be dark or deceiving, But heaven is his shrine, and the Lord is his Guide; 130 A MOTHER'S LOVE. And when death's warning angel around him shall hover, He dreads not the mandate that bids him to come; It tells that his toils and temptations are over— 'Tis the voice of his Father: it calls to his Home. ANON. A Mother's Love. HAST thou sounded the depth of yonder sea, Hast thou measured the height of heaven above? Hast thou talk'd with the blessèd, of leading on Evening and morn hast thou watch'd the bee Hast thou gone with the traveller Thought afar. The heart of a mother has gone with thee. |