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was disclosed; the snowy monarch of mountains, the huge glaciers, the jagged granite peaks, needles, and rough enor, mous crags and ridges congregated and shooting up in every direction, with the long, beautiful vale of Chamouny visible from end to end, far beneath, as still and shining as a pic. ture!

5. Just over the longitudinal ridge of mountains on one side was the moon in an infinite depth of ether; it seemed as if we could touch it; and on the other the sun was exulting as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber. The clouds still sweeping past us, now concealing, now partially veiling, and now revealing the view, added to its power by such sudden alternations.

6. Far down the vale floated in mid air beneath us a few fleeces of cloud, below and beyond which lay the valley, with its villages, meadows, and winding paths, and the river run. ning through like a silver thread. Shortly the mists congregated away beyond this scene, rolling masses upon masses, penetrated and turned into fleecy silver by the sunlight, the whole body of them gradually retreating over the southwestern end and barrier of the valley.

7. In our position we now saw the different gorges in the chain of Mont Blanc lengthwise, Charmontiere, Du Bois, and the Glacier du Bosson protruding its whole enorme from the valley. The grand Mulet, with the vast snow-depths and crevasses of Mont Blanc, were revealed to us. That sublime summit was now for the first time seen in its solitary superiority, at first appearing round and smooth, white and glittering with perpetual snow; but as the sun in his higher path cast shadows from summit to summit, and revealed ledges and chasms, we could see the smoothness broken.

8. Mont Blanc is on the right of the valley, looking up from the Col de Balme; the left range being much lower, though the summit of the Buet is near ten thousand feet in height. Now on the Col de Balme we are midway in these sublime views, on an elevation of seven thousand feet, without an intervening barrier of any kind to interrupt our sight.

9. On the Col itself, we are between two loftier heights, both of which I ascended, one of them being a ridge so sharp and steep, that though I got up without much danger, yet, on turning to look about me, and come down, it was absolutely frightful. A step either side would have sent me sheer down a thousand feet; and the crags by which I had mounted appeared so loosely perched, as if I could shake and tumble them from their places by my hand. The view in every direction seemed infinitely extended, chain behind chain, ridge after ridge, in almost endless succession.

10. But the hour of most intense splendor, in this day of glory, was the rising of the clouds in Chamouny, as we could discern them like stripes of amber floating in an azure sea. They rested upon, and floated over, the successive glacier gorges of the mountain range on either hand, like so many islands of the blest, anchored in mid-heaven below us; or like so many radiant files of the white-robed heavenly host, floating transversely across the valley. This extended through its whole length, and it was a most singular phenomenon ; for through these ridges of cloud we could look, as through a telescope, down into the vale, and along to its further end; but the intensity of the light flashing from the snows of the mountains, and reflected in these fleecy radiances, almost as so many secondary suns hung in the clear atmosphere, was well-nigh blinding

11. The scene seemed to me a fit symbol of celestial glories; and I thought if a vision of such intense splendor could be arrayed by the divine power out of mere earth, air, and water, and made to assume such beauty indescribable, at a breath of the wind, a movement of the sun, a slight change in the elements, what mind could even dimly and distantly form to itself a conception of the splendors of the world of heavenly glory.



1. THERE's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming:
We may not live to see the day,
But earth shall glisten in the ray

Of the good time coming.
Cannon balls may aid the truth,

But thought's a weapon stronger ;
We'll win our battles by its aid ;

Wait a little longer.

2. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :

pen shall supersede the sword, And right, not might, shall be the lord

In the good time coming ;
Worth, not birth, shall rule mankind,

And be acknowledged stronger ;
The proper impulse has been given ;

Wait a little longer.

3. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :
War in all men's eyes shall be
A monster of iniquity

In the good time coming.
Nations shall not quarrel then,

which is the stronger ; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake;

Wait a little longer.

4. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :
Hateful rivalries of creed
Shall not make their martyrs bleed

In the good time coming.
Religion shall be shorn of pride,

And flourish all the stronger ;

And Charity shall trim her lamp ;

Wait a little longer.

5. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :
And the poor man's family
Shall not be his misery

In the good time coming ;
Every child be a help

To make his right arm stronger ;
The happier he, the more he has ;

Wait a little longer.

6. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :
Little children shall not toil,
Under or above the soil,

In the good time coming ;
But shall play in healthy fields,

Till limbs and mind grow stronger ;
And every one shall read and write ;

Wait a little longer.

7. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming :
The people shall be temperate,
And all love instead of hate

In the good time coming.
They shall use and not abuse,

And make all virtue stronger ;
The reformation has begun ;-

Wait a little longer.

8. There's a good time coming, boys,

A good time coming ;
Let us aid it all we can,
Every woman, every man,

The good time coming.
Smallest helps, if rightly given,

Make the impulse stronger;
'T will be strong enough one day ; -

Wait a little longer.



1. BLEST land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song,

Where the holiest of memories, pilgrim-like, throng
In the shade of thy palms, by the shores of thy sea,
On the hills of thy beauty - my heart is with thee.
With the eye of a spirit I look on that shore,
Where pilgrim and prophet have lingered before ;
With the glide of a spirit I traverse the sod
Made bright by the steps of the angels of God.

2. Blue sea of the hills ! in my spirit I hear

Thy waters, Gennesaret, chime on my ear;
Where the Lowly and Just with the people sat down
And thy spray on the dust of his sandals was thrown:
Beyond are Bethulia's mountains of green,
And the desolate hills of the wild Gadarene;
And I pause on the goat-crags of Tabor to see
The gleam of thy waters, oh dark Galilee !

3. Hark! a sound in the valleys, where, swollen and strong,

Thy river, oh Kishon, is sweeping along ;
Where the Canaanite strove with Jehovah in vain,
And thy torrent grew dark with the blood of the slain.
There, down from his mountains, stern Zebulon came,
And Naphthali's stag with his eye-balls of flame,
And the chariots of Jubin rolled harmlessly on,
For the arm of the Lord was Abinoam's son!

4. There sleep the still rocks and the caverns which rang

To the song which the beautiful prophetess sang,
When the princes of Issachar stood by her side,
And the shout of a host in its triumph replied.
Lo! Bethlehem's hill-site before me is seen,
With the mountains around and the valleys between ;
There rested the shepherds of Judah, and there
The song of the angels rose swoot on the air.

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