When, with a glance, the eternal Judge shall sever Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright, And say to those, Depart from me for ever!»>

To these, « Come, dwell with me in endless light!»' When each and all in silence take their wayWho, mighty God, oh who shall bear that day?

OH! TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.
Air-HAYDN.

On! teach me to love thee, to feel what thou art,
Till, fill'd with the one sacred image, my heart
Shall all other passions disown-

Like some pure temple that shines apart,

Reserved for thy worship alone!

In joy and in sorrow, through praise and through blame, Oh still let me, living and dying the same,

In thy service bloom and decay-
Like some lone altar, whose votive flame
In holiness wasteth away!

Though born in this desert, and doom'd by my birth,
To pain and affliction, to darkness and dearth,
On thee let my spirit rely--

Like some rude dial, that, fix'd on earth,

Still looks for its light from the sky!

Yet died he not as men who sink,
Before our eyes, to soulless clay;
But, changed to spirit, like a wink
Of summer lightning, pass'd away!'
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

LIKE MORNING, WHEN HER EARLY BREEZE.
Air-BEETHOVEN.

LIKE morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light-
Thy grace can send its breathings o'er
The spirit, dark and lost before,
And, freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there!
Till David touch'd his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire-
But when he swept its chords along,
Even angels stoop'd to hear that song.

So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shalt deign to touch its lifeless chord-
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music, worthy of the skies!

WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.
Air-STEVENSON.

WEEP, weep for him, the man of God-2
In yonder vale he sunk to rest,

But none of earth can point the sed 3
That flowers above his sacred breast.
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

His doctrines fell like heaven's rain,4
His words refresh'd like heaven's dew-

Oh, ne'er shall Israel see again

A chief, to God and her so true.

Weep, children of Israel, weep!

Remember ye his parting gaze,

His farewell song by Jordan's tide,
When, full of glory and of days,

He saw the promised land—and died!5
Weep, children of Israel, weep!

1. And before Him shall be gathered all nations, and He shall separate them one from another.

Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you,»

etc.

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

Air-German.

COME, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish,
Come, at the shrine of God fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish-
Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.

Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,

Hope, when all others die, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name saying«Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot cure.»>

Go, ask the infidel, what boon he brings us, What charm for aching hearts he can reveal, Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us— « Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal.»

AWAKE, ARISE, THY LIGHT IS COME. Air-STEVENSON.

AWAKE, arise, thy light is come;"

The nations, that before outshone thee,
Now at thy feet lie dark and dumb-
The glory of the Lord is on thee!

As he was going to embrace Eleazer and Joshua, and was still discoursing with them, a cloud stood over him on the sudden, and he disappeared in a certain valley, although he wrote in the Holy Books, that he died, which was done out of fear, lest they should venture to say that, because of his extraordinary virtue, he went to God.-Josephus, book iv, chap. viii.

2. Arise, sbine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee.-Isaiah, Ix.

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And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the brightness of thy rising.-Isaiah, Ix.

Lift up thine eyes round about and see; all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side."-Ib.

The multitude of camels shall cover thee: the dromedaries of Midian and Ephab; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense.-Ib.

4. Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?-Ib.

Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish, first, to bring thy sons frem far, their silver and their gold with them.-Ib.

6. The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee; the fir-tree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary, and I will make the place of my feet glorious.-Ib.

7. Violence shall no more be heard in thy land, wasting nor destruction within thy borders; but thou shalt call thy walls, Salvation, and thy gates, Praise.-Ib.

Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory." -16.

9 Thy sun shall no more go down; for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.»Ib.

My own, elect, and righteous Land!
The Branch, for ever green and vernal,
Which I have planted with this hand-
Live thou shalt in Life Eternal.

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.
Air-CRESCENTINI.

THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary
Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-

What may that Desert be?

'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come
Are lost, like that daylight, for 't is not their home.
There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes
The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-
Who may that Pilgrim be?

'Tis Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on
By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.
There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing,
To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-

What may that Fountain be? 'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.2

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
To point where those waters in secresy dwell-
Who may that Spirit be?

'T is Faith, humble Faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er Her wand stoops to worship, the Truth must be there.

SINCE FIRST THY WORD. Air- NICHOLAS FREEMAN. SINCE first thy word awaked my heart, Like new life dawning o'er me, Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art, All light and love before me. Nought else I feel, or hear or see

All bonds of earth I sever-
Thee, O God! and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.
Like him, whose fetters dropp'd away
When light shone o'er his prison,3
My spirit, touch'd by Mercy's ray,

Hath from her chains arisen.
And shall a soul Thou bid'st be free
Return to bondage?-never!
Thee, Oh God, and only Thee
I live for, now and ever.

HARK! 'T IS THE BREEZE.
Air-ROUSSEAU.

HARK! 't is the breeze of twilight calling
Earth's weary children to repose;

Thy people also shall be all righteous; they shall inherit the land for ever, the branch of my planting, the work of my hands. — Isaiah, Ix.

In singing, the following line had better be adopted-
Can but by the gifted of heaven be found.

3 And, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light shined in the prison, and his chains fell off from his hands. —Acts, xii, 7.

While, round the couch of Nature falling, Gently the night's soft curtains close, Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining, Numberless stars, through yonder dark, Shall look, like eyes of cherubs shining From out the veils that hid the Ark!

Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest, Thou who, in silence throned above, Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest Thy watch of Glory, Power, and Love. Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely

Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn, May, in their darkness, stilly, purely,

Like « sealed fountains,» rest till dawn.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be

Most welcome to the hero's ears,
Alas! his chords of victory

Are bathed, all o'er, with tears.
How far more sweet their numbers run,
Who hymn, like saints above,

No victor, but the Eternal One,

No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.

Air-STEVENSON.

Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,'
And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
From that time, when the moon upon Ajalon's vale,
Looking motionless down,3 saw the kings of the earth,

Air-HASSE.

WHERE is your dwelling, ye sainted?
Through what Elysium more bright
Than fancy or hope ever painted,
Walk ye in glory and light?
Who the same kingdom inherits?
Breathes there a soul that may dare
Look to that world of spirits?

Or hope to dwell with you there?

Sages who, ev'n in exploring

Nature through all her bright ways, Went, like the seraphs, adoring,

And veil'd your eyes in the blazeMartyrs, who left for our reaping

Truths you had sown in your bloodSinners, whom long years of weeping Chasten'd from evil to good

Maidens who, like the young Crescent,
Turning away your pale brows
From earth, and the light of the Present,
Look'd to your Heavenly Spouse-
Say, through what region enchanted
Walk ye, in heaven's sweet air?
Or, oh! to whom is it granted,

Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S. WING.

Air-ANONYMOUS.

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,

Whose theme is in the skies-
Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer heaven they rise!

Though Love his wreathed lyre may tune,
Yet ah! the flowers he round it wreathes
Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness from their odour breathes.
How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties
Sweet flowers that turn to heav'nly fruit,
And palm that never dies.

Oh never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! Bring myrtle and palm-bring the boughs of each tree That is worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free.4 From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone,

With a light not their own, through the Jordan's deep tide,

Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on-5
Oh never had Judah an hour of such pride!
Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,
And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.
Air-HAYDN.

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,
When the spirit leaves this sphere,
Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
To those she long hath mourn'd for here?
Hearts, from which 't was death to sever,

Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,

Shall meet us, and be lost no more.

When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and heaven, where are they Beneath whose smile we once lay basking—

Blest, and thinking bliss would stay! Hope still lifts her radiant finger

Pointing to the eternal home, Upon whose portal yet they linger, Looking back for us to come.

1. And that they should publish and proclaim In all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olive. branches, etc. etc.-Neh. viii, 15.

For since the days of Joshua the son of Nan, unto that day, had not the children of Israel done so; and there was very great gladness.-Ib. 17.

3

« Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.-Josh. x, 12.

Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtle branches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths.»Neh. viii, 15.

And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground.»—Josh. iii, 17.

T. M.

ADVERTISEMENT.

In thus connecting together a series of songs by a thread of poetical narrative, the object has been to combine Recitation with Music, so as to enable a greater number of persons to take a share in the performance, by enlisting, as readers, those who may not feel themselves competent as singers.

The Island of Zia, where the scene is laid, was called by the ancients Ceos, and was the birth-place of Simonides, Bacchylides, and other eminent persons. An account of its present state may be found in the Travels of Dr Clarke, who says, that « it appeared to him to be the best cultivated of any of the Grecian Isles.»-Vol. vi, p. 174.

EVENINGS IN GREECE.

FIRST EVENING.

THE SKY IS BRIGHT.

«The sky is bright-the breeze is fair,
And the main-sail flowing full and free-
Our farewell word is woman's pray'r,
And the hope before us-Liberty!
Farewell-farewell.

To Greece we give our shining blades,
And our hearts to you, young Zian maids!

<< The moon is in the heavens above,

And the wind is on the foaming sea-
Thus shines the star of woman's love
On the glorious strife of Liberty!
Farewell-farewell,

To Greece we give our shining blades,
And our hearts to you, young Zian maids!»

Thus sung they from the bark, that now
Turn'd to the sea its gallant prow,
Bearing within it hearts as brave,
As c'er sought Freedom o'er the wave;
And leaving, on that islet's shore,

Where still the farewell beacons burn,
Friends, that shall many a day look o'er
The long, dim sea for their return.
Virgin of Heaven! speed their way-
Oh speed their way-the chosen flow'r
Of Zia's youth-the hope and stay

Of parents in their wintry hour-
The love of maidens, and the pride
Of the young, happy, blushing bride,
Whose nuptial wreath has not yet died—
All, all are in that precious bark,

Which now, alas! no more is seen-
Though every eye still turns to mark
The moonlight spot where it hath been!

Vainly you look, ye maidens, sires,
And mothers, your beloved are gone ;-
Now may you quench those signal fires,
Whose light they long look'd back upon
From their dark deck-watching the flame
As fast it faded from their view,
With thoughts, that, but for manly shame,
Had made them droop and weep like you.
Home to your chambers! home, and pray
For the bright coming of that day,

When, bless'd by Heaven, the Cross shall sweep
The Crescent from the Ægean deep,
And your brave warriors, hastening back,
Will bring such glories in their track
As shall, for many an age to come,
Shed light around their name and home!

There is a Fount on Zia's isle,
Round which, in soft luxuriance, smile
All the sweet flowers, of every kind,

On which the sun of Greece looks down,
Pleased as a lover on the crown
His mistress for her brow hath twined,
When he beholds each floweret there,
Himself had wish'd her most to wear.
Here bloom'd the laurel-rose, whose wreath
Hangs radiant round the Cypriot shrines,
And here those bramble-flowers, that breathe
Their odour into Zante's wines :—2
The splendid woodbine, that, at eve,
To grace their floral diadems,
The lovely maids of Patmos weave-3

And that fair plant, whose tangled stems
Shine like a Nereid's hair,4 when spread,
Dishevell'd, o'er her azure bed ;-
All these bright children of the clime
(Each at its own most genial time,
The summer, or the year's sweet prime),
Like beautiful earth-stars, adorn

The valley, where that Fount is born: -
While round, to grace its cradle green,
Groups of Velani oaks are seen,
Towering on every verdant height-
Tall, shadowy, in the evening light,
Like Genii, set to watch the birth
Of some enchanted child of earth-
Fair oaks, that over Zia's vales,

Stand with their leafy pride unfurl'd; While Commerce, from her thousand sails, Scatters their acorns through the world !5 'T was here, as soon as prayer and sleep (Those truest friends to all who weep), Had lighten'd every heart, and made Ev'n sorrow wear a softer shade

'T was here, in this secluded spot,

Amid whose breathings, calm and sweet,

Nerium Oleander. In Cyprus it retains its ancient name, Rhododaphne, and the Cypriots adorn their churches with the flowers on feast-days. Journal of Dr Sibthorpe, Walpole's Turkey. 2 Id.

Lonicera Caprifolium,-used by the girls of Patmos for gar

lands.

4 Cuscuta Europaa. From the twisting and twining of the stems, it is compared by the Greeks to the dishevelled hair of the Nereids.-Walpole's Turkey.

5. The produce of the island in these acorns alone amounts annually to fifteen thousand quintals.»-Clarke's Travels.

Grief might be soothed, if not forgot,

The Zian nymphis resolved to meet Each evening now, by the same light That saw their farewell tears that night, And try, if sound of lute and song,

If wandering 'mid the moonlight flowers, In various talk, could charm along,

With lighter step, the lingering hours, Till tidings of that bark should come, Or victory waft their warriors home! When first they met-the wonted smile Of greeting having beam'd awhile,-'T would touch ev'n Moslem heart to see The sadness that came suddenly

O'er their young brows, when they look'd round
Upon that bright, enchanted ground,

And thought, how many a time, with those
Who now were gone to the rude wars,
They there had met, at evening's close,

And danced till morn outshone the stars!
But seldom long doth hang the eclipse

Of sorrow o'er such youthful breasts-
The breath from her own blushing lips,
That on the maiden's mirror rests,
Not swifter, lighter from the glass,
Than sadness from her brow doth pass!
Soon did they now, as round the well

They sat beneath the rising moon,
And some, with voice of awe, would tell
Of midnight fays, and nymphs who dwell
In holy fountains,-some would tune
Their idle lutes, that now had lain,
For days, without a single strain ;—
While some, from all the rest apart,
With laugh that told the lighten'd heart,
Sat, whispering in each other's ear
Secrets, that all in turn would hear;-

Soon did they find this thoughtless play
So swiftly steal their griefs away,

That many a nymph, though pleased the while,
Reproach'd her own forgetful smile,

And sigh'd to think she could be gay.

Among these maidens there was one Who to LEUCADIA late had beenHad stood, beneath the evening sun,

On its white towering cliffs, and seen
The very spot where Sappho sung
Her swan-like music, ere she sprung
(Still holding, in that fearful leap,
By her loved lyre) into the deep,
And, dying, quench'd the fatal fire
At once, of both her heart and lyre!

Mutely they listen'd all—and well
Did the young travell'd maiden tell
Of the dread height to which that steep
Beetles above the eddying deep-2
Of the lone sea-birds, wheeling round
The dizzy edge with mournful sound-

1 Now Santa Maura, the island from one of whose cliffs Sappho leaped into the sea.

2. The precipice, which is fearfully dizzy, is about one hundred and fourteen feet from the water, which is of a profound depth, as appears from the dark blue colour, and the eddy that plays round the pointed and projecting rocks.»-Goodisson's Ionian Isles.