THE MILLENNIUM.

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The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue.
All creatures worship man, and all mankind
One Lord, one Father. Error has no place :
That creeping pestilence is driven away :
The breath of Heaven has chased it. In the heart
No passion touches a discordant string,

But all is harmony and love. Disease

Is not the pure and uncontaminate blood
Holds its due course, nor feels the frost of age.
One song employs all nations; and all cry,
"Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!"
The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops
From distant mountains catch the flying joy;
Till, nation after nation taught the strain,
Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Behold the measure of the promise filled;
See Salem built, the labor of a God!
Bright as a sun the sacred city shines;
All kingdoms and all princes of the earth
Flock to that light; the glory of all lands
Flows into her; unbounded is her joy,
And endless her increase. Thy rams are there,
Nebaioth, and the flocks of Kedar there:
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates: upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there

Kneels with the native of the farthest West;
And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
Into all lands. From every clime they come
To see thy beauty, and to share thy joy,
O Sion! an assembly such as Earth

Saw never, such as Heaven stoops down to see.

PART VIII.

DEATH AND IMMORTALITY.

SONGS OF BEING.

SARGENT'S SELECTION.

THE BIRTH.

HAIL! new-waked atom of the eternal whole,
Young voyager upon Time's mighty river!
Hail to thee, Human Soul!

Hail, and for ever!

Pilgrim of life, all hail!

He who at first called forth

From nothingness the earth,

Who clothed the hills in strength, and dug the sea,

Who gave the stars to gem

Night like a diadem,

Thou little child, made thee;

Young habitant of earth

Fair as its flowers, though brought in sorrow forth,

Thou art akin to God who fashioned thee!

The heavens themselves shall vanish as a scroll, The solid earth dissolve, the stars grow pale, But thou, O Human Soul,

Thou young Immortal, Hail!

He, before whom are dim

Seraph and cherubim,

Who gave the archangels strength and majesty,

Who sits upon heaven's throne,

The Everlasting One,

Thou little child, made thee!

Fair habitant of earth,

Immortal in thy God, though mortal by thy birth, Born for life's trials, hail! all hail to thee!

THE DEATH.

SHRINK not, O Human Spirit!

The Everlasting Arm is strong to save!
Look up, look up, frail nature! put thy trust
In Him who went down mourning to the dust,
And overcame the grave!

Quickly goes down the sun;
Life's work is almost done;

Fruitless endeavor, hope deferred, and strife!
One little struggle more,

One pang, and then is o'er

All the long, mournful weariness of life.
Kind friends, 't is almost past;
Come now, and look your last!

SONGS OF BEING.

Sweet children, gather near,

And his last blessing hear.

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See how he loved you, who departeth now!
And, with thy trembling step and pallid brow,
O, most beloved one,

Whose breast he leaned upon,
Come, faithful unto death,

Receive his parting breath!

The fluttering spirit panteth to be free, Hold him not back who speeds to victory! — The bonds are riven, the struggling soul is free!

Hail, hail, enfranchised spirit!

Thou that the wine-press of the field hast trod!
On, blest Immortal, on through boundless space,
And stand with thy Redeemer, face to face,
And bow before thy God!

Life's weary work is o'er,

Thou art of earth no more,

No more art trammelled by the oppressive clay, But tread'st with wingéd ease

The high acclivities

Of truths sublime, up heaven's crystalline way.

Here is no bootless quest;

The city's name is Rest;

Here shall no fear appall;

Here love is all in all;

Here shalt thou win thy ardent soul's desire;
Here clothe thee in thy beautiful attire.