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Test of all sumless agonies,
Behold not me expire.
To see thou shalt not boast.
Receive my parting ghost !
This spirit shall return to Him
That gave its heavenly spark;
When thou thyself art dark !
By him recalled to breath,
And took the sting from Death!
Go, Sun, while Mercy holds me up
On Nature's awful waste,
Of grief that man shall taste-
On Earth’s sepulchral clod,
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
Our bugles sang truce-for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw,
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array,
Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track: 'Twas Autumn and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore,
From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o’er,
And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.
Stay, stay with us-rest, thou art weary and worn;
And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay : But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
Alas! how light a cause may move
A word unkind, or wrongly taken-
A breath, a touch like this, hath shaken;
As though its waters ne'er could sever,
MOORE. THE GLORY OF GOD IN NATURE.
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Of all this wondrous world we see:
Are but reflections caught from thee!
When Day with farewell beam delays,
Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze
Through golden vistas into heaven; Those hues that mark the day's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
When Night, with wings of stormy gloom,
O’ershadows all the earth and skies,
Is sparkling with a thousand dyes,
When youthful Spring around us breathes,
Thy Spirit warms her fragrant sigh, And every flower the Summer wreathes,
Is born beneath that kindling eye; Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
JERUSALEM. Fallen is thy throne, O Israel !
Silence is o'er thy plains ! Thy dwellings all lic desolate,
Thy children weep in chains. Where are the dews that fed theo
On Etham's barren shore ! The fire from heaven that led theo,
Now lights that path no more !
Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem;
Once she was all thing own! Her love thy sairest heritage,
Her power thy glory's throne, Till evil came and blighted
Thy long-loved olive-tree, And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other gods than thoo.
Then sank the star of Solyma,
Then passed her glory's day, Like hoath that in the wilderness
The light wind whirls away. Silent and wasto her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod; And sunk those guilty towers,
Where Baal reigned as God.
“Go," said the Lord, “ yo conquerors,
Stoop in her blood your sworda, And raze to earth her battlements,
For they are not the Lord's.