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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?

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 BRE

OH! TEACH ME TO LOVE THEE.

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OR! 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 decayLike some lone altar, whose votive flame

In boliness 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!

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
Jo music, worthy of the skies!

WEEP, CHILDREN OF ISRAEL.

COME, YE DISCONSOLATE.

Air-STEVENSON.
WEEP, weep for him, the man of God?

In yonder vale he sunk to rest,
But none of earth can point the sod 3
That Mowers above his sacred breast.

Weep, children of Israel, weep!
His doctrines fell like heaven's rain,4

His words refresh'd like heaven's dewOh, 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 !

Weep, children of Israel, weep!

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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!

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

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

• Then shall be say also unto them on the left band, Depart from me, ye cursed, ete.

• And these shall go away into everlasting punishment; but th: righteous into life eternal..- Matt. Ixv, 32 et seq.

: . And tbe children of Israel wept for Moses in the plains of Yoab. -Deut. xxxiv, 8.

1. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab; but no man knoweth of bis sepulchre unto this day..-Ibid. ver. 6.

• . My doctrines shall drop as the rain, my speach shall distil as the dew.»— Moses' Song.

3. I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither..-Ver. 5.

"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, wbich was done out of fear, lest they should venture to say that, because of bis extraordinary virtue, he went to God.- Josephus, book iv, chap. viii.

:. Arise, sbine; for thy light is como, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee..—Isaiah, lx.

Arise—the Gentiles, to thy ray,

From every nook of earth shall cluster ; And kings and princes haste to pay

Their homage to thy rising lustre.'

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.

Lift up thine eyes around, and see,
O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters,

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.
Thy exiled sons return to thee,
To thee return thy home-sick daughters.?

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There is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows weary And camels rich, from Midian's tents,

Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary-
Shall lay their treasures down before thee;

What may that Desert be?
And Saba bring her gold and scents,

'T is Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that come To fill thy air, and sparkle o'er thice.3

Are lost, like that daylight, for 't is not their home. See who are these that, like a cloud, 4

There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes
Are gathering from all carth's dominions ! The water he pants for but sparkles and flies--
Like doves, long absent, when allow'd

Who may that Pilgrim be?
Ilomeward to shoot their trembling pinions. 'T is Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on

By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.
Surely the isles shall wait for me,5

There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing, The ships of Tarshish round will hover,

To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-
To bring thy sons across the sea,

What may that Fountain be?
And waft their gold and silver over.

'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground, And Lebanon, thy pomp shall grace_o

By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.?
The fir, the pine, the palm victorious

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
Shall beautify our Holy Place,

To point where those waters in secresy dwell —
And make the ground I tread on glorious.

Who may that Spirit be?

"T is Faith, humble Faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er No more shall discord baunt thy ways, 7

Her wand stoops to worship, the Truth must be there. Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation; But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise, And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation.

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.
The sun no more shall make thee bright,8

Air-- Nicuolas FREEMAN.
Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;

Since first thy word awaked my heart,
But Goo Himself shall be thy Light,

Like new life dawning o'er me,
And flash eternal glory through thee.

Where'er I turn mine eyes, Thou art,

All light and love before me.
Thy sun shall never more go down;

Nought else I feel, or hear or see-
A ray, from heav'n itself descended,

All bonds of earth I sever-
Shall light thy everlasting crown-

Thce, O God! and only Thee
Thy days of mourning all are ended. 9

I live for, now and ever.

Like him, whose fellers dropp'd away * And the Gentiles shall come to thy light, and kings to the

When light shone o'er his prison,3 brightness of thy rising -- Isaiah, Is.

My spirit, touch'd by Mercy's ray, : List up thine eyes round about and see; all they gather themselres together, they come 10 ibee: thy sons sball come from a far, Hath from her chains arisen. and thy daughters shall be pursod at thy side.»-Ib.

And shall a soul Thou bid'st be free 1. The multitude of camels shall cover thee: the dromedaries of

Return to bondage?-never! Midian and Ephab; all they from Sheba sball come; they shall

Thee, Oh God, and only Thee bring gold and incense..-Ib. 4. Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the dores to their

I live for, now and ever. windowsl.-Ib,

5. Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshisli, first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with

HARK! 'T IS THE BREEZE. them.n-Ib. 6. The glory of Lebanon sball come unto thee; the fir-tree, the

Air-ROUSSEAU. pine-tree, and the bor together, 10 beautify the place of my sanc

Hark!—'t is the breeze of twilight calling tuary, and I will make the place of my feet glorious.»-1b. 9. Violence shall no more be beard in thy land, wasting nor de

Earth's weary children to repose; straction within iby borders ; but thou shalt call thy walls, Salva

1. Thy people also shall be all righteous ; they shall inherit the tion, and thy gates, Praise.--Ib.

land for ever, the branch of my planting the work of my bands. 8. Thy sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for bright- Isaiak, Ix. ness sball i be moon give light unto thee; but tbe Lord shall be unto

2 In singing, the following line bad better be adoptedThee an everlasting ligbe, and thy God thy glory.. -1b.

Can but by the gifted of heaven be found. 9.Thy sun shall no more go down ; for the Lord shall be thine

3. Aod, behold, the angel of the Lord came upon him, and a light everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended..

shined in the prison, and his chains fell off from his bands.--Aels, Ib.

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While, round the couch of Nature falling,

Though War's bigh-sounding harp may be
Gently the night's soft curtains close,

Most welcome to the hero's cars,
Soon o'er a world, in sleep reclining,

Alas! his chords of victory
Numberless stars, through yonder dark,

Are bathed, all o'er, with tears.
Shall look, like eyes of cherubs shining

llow far more sweet their numbers run,
From out the veils that hid the Ark !

Who hymn, like saints above,

No victor, but the Eternal One,
Guard us, oh Thou, who never sleepest,

No trophies but of Love!
Thou who, in silence throned above,
Throughout all time, unwearied, keepest

Thy watch of Glory, Power, and Love.
Grant that, beneath thine eye, securely

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.
Our souls, awhile from life withdrawn,

Air--STEVENSON.
May, in their darkness, stilly, purely,
Like « sealed fountains,» rest till dawn.

Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,'
And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
From that time, 2 when the moon upon Ajalon's vale,

Looking motionless down,3 saw the kings of the earth,
WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED? In the presence of God's mighty Champion, grow pale-

Oh never had Judah an hour of such mirth!
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Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,
WHERE is your dwelling, ye sainted ?

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
Through what Elysium more bright
Than fancy or hope ever painted,

Bring myrtle and palm-bring the boughs of each tree

That is worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free. 4
Walk ye in glory and light?

From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone,
Who the same kingdom inberits?
Breathes there a soul that may

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

deep ride, Look to that world of spirits ?

Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on–5
Or hope to dwell with you there?

Oh never had Judah an hour of such pride!
Sages who, ev'n in exploring

Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home,
Nature through all her bright ways,

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
Went, like the seraphs, adoring,

And veild your eyes in the blaze-
Martyrs, who left for our reaping

IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK, HEREAFTER.
Truths you had sown in your blood-
Sinners, whom long years of weeping

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Chasten'd from evil to good-

Is it not sweet to think, hereafter,
Maidens who, like the young Crescent,

When the spirit leaves this sphere,
Turning away your pale brows

Love, with deathless wing, shall waft her
From earth, and the light of the Present,

To those she long hath mouro'd for here?
Look'd to your Heavenly Spouse-

Hearts, from which 't was death to sever,
Say, through what region enchanted

Eyes, this world can ne'er restore,

There, as warm, as bright as ever,
Walk ye, in heaven's sweet air?

Shall meet us, and be lost no more.
Or, oh! to whom is it granted,
Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

When wearily we wander, asking

Of earth and leaven, where are they
Beneath whose smile we once lay basking-

Blest, and thinking bliss would stay!
HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S, WING.

Hope still lifts her radiant finger
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Pointing to the eternal home,

Upon whose portal yet they linger,
How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,

Looking back for us to come.
Whose theme is in the skies-
Like morning larks, that sweeter sing

1. And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities,

and in Jerusalem, saying. Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olive. The nearer heaven they rise!

branches, etc. etc.-Neh. viii, 15.

*. For since the days of Joshua the son of Xan, unto that day, Though Love his wreatbed lyre may tube,

bad not the children of Israel done so; and there was very great Yet ah! the flowers he round it wreathes

gladness.»-lb. 17. Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,

:. Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the Whose madness from their odour breathes.

valley of Ajalo4.Josh. I, 12.

. . Fetch olive-branches and pine-branches, and myrtle Lranches, How purer far the sacred lute,

and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths.Round which Devotion ties

Neh, viii, 15.
Sweet flowers that turn to heav'nly fruit,

5. And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord

stood firm on dry groond in the midst of Jordan, and all the IsraelAnd palm that never dies.

ites passed over on dry ground.o-Josh, iii, 17.

Alas!-alas!—doth Hope deceive us?

Oli thou, that dwellest on many waters,"
Shall friendship-love-shall all those cies Thy day of pride is ended pow;
That bind a moment, and then leave us,

And the dark curse of Israel's daughters
Be found again where nothing dies ?

Breaks, like a thunder-cloud, over thy bros!
Oh! if no other boon were given,

War, war, war against Babylon!
To keep our hearts from wrong and stain,
Who would not try to win a heaven

Make bright the arrows, and gather the shields,
Where all we love shall live again?

Set the standard of God on high-
Swarm we, like locusts, o'er all her fields,

« Zion,» our watchword, and « vengeance» our cry! WAR AGAINST BABYLON!

Woe! woe!-the time of thy visitation 3

Is come, proud Land, thy doom is cast-
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And the bleak wave of desolation «Waa against Babylon!» shout we around,

Sweeps o'er thy guilty head, at last! Be our banners through earth un furld;

War, war, war against Babylon! Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound-> «War against Babylon!» shout through the world!

1. Oh thou, that dwellest upon many waters, thy end is cose..

Jer. I, 13. 1. Shout against ber round about.. --Jer. I, 15.

: Make bright tbe arrows; father the shields......

set ose • Set up a stundard in the land, blow the trumpet among the standard upon the walls of Babylon..-Ib. pations, prepare the nations against her, call together against her : . Woe unto them! for ibeir day is come, the time of their visitthe kingdoms.. etc. etc.- 1b. li, 27.

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Evenings in Greece.

TO MRS ROBERT ARKWRIGHT,

THIS PRODUCTION IS, with THE WARMEST ADMIRATION OF HER MUSICAL TALENTS,
INSCRIBED, BY HER VERY OBLICED AND FAITHFUL SERVANT,

T. M.

ADVERTISEMENT.

In thus connecting together a series of songs by a thread of poetical narrative, the ohject 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.

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 lo you, young Zian maids!»

EVENINGS IN GREECE.

FIRST EVENING,

Thus sung they from the bark, that pow
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 low'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! po more is seen
Though every eye still turns 10 mark
The moonlight spot where it bath been!

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.

Vainly you look, ye maideos, sires,

Grief might be soothed, if not forgol,
And mothers, your beloved are gone ;-

The Zian nymplas resolved to meet
Now may you quench those signal fires,

Each evening now, by the same light
Whose light they long look'd back upon

That saw their farewell tears that night,
From their dark deck-watching the tlame

And try, if sound of lute and song,
As fast it faded from their view,

If wandering 'mid the moonlight flowers,
With thoughts, that, but for manly shame,

In various talk, could charm along,
Had made them droop and weep like you.

With lighter step, the lingering hours,
Home to your chambers ! home, and pray

Till tidings of that bark should come, For the bright coming of that day,

Or victory waft their warriors home! When, bless'd by Heaven, the Cross shall sweep When first they mei-the wonted smile The Crescent from the Ægean deep,

Of greeting having beam'd awhile, And your brave warriors, hastening back,

'T would touch ev'n Moslem heart to see Will bring such glories in their track

The sadness that came suddenly As shall, for many an age to come,

O'er their young brows, when they look'd round Shed light around their name and home!

Upon that bright, enchanted ground,

And thought, how many a time, with those There is a fount on Zia's isle,

Who now were gone to the rude wars, Round which, in soft luxuriance, smile

They there bad met, at evening's close, All the sweet flowers, of every kind,

And danced till morn outsbone the stars !
On which the sun of Greece looks down,

But seldom long doch hang the eclipse
Pleased as a lover on the crown

Of sorrow o'er such youthful breasts,
His mistress for her brow hath twined,

The breath from her own blushing lips, When he beholds each floweret there,

That on the maiden's mirror resis, Himself had wish'd lier inost to wear.

Noi swifter, lighter from the glass,
Here bloom'd the laurel-rose,' whose wreath

Than sadness from her brow doth pass !
Hangs radiant round the Cypriot shrines,

Soon did they now, as round the well
And bere those bramble-flowers, that breathe

They sat beneath the rising moon,
Their odour into Zante's wioes :-

And some, with voice of awe, would tell
The splendid woodbine, that, at eve,

Of midnight fays, and nymphs who dwell
To grace their floral diadems,

In holy fountains, --some would tune
The lovely maids of Patios weave_3

Their idle lutes, that now liad lain,
And that fair plant, whose langled stems

For days, without a single strain ;-
Shine like a Nereid's hair, 4 when spread,

While some, from all the rest apart, Dishevell'd, o'er her azure bed ;-

With laugh that told the lighten'd heart, All these bright children of the clime

Sat, whispering in each other's ear (Each at its own most genial time,

Secrets, that all in turn would hear;The summer, or the year's sweet prime),

Soon did they find this thoughtless play Like beautiful earth-stars, adorn

So swiftly steal their griefs away, The valley, where thai Fount is born:

That many a nymph, though pleased the while, Wbile round, to grace its cradle green,

Reproach'd her own forgetful smile,
Groups of Velani oaks are seen,

And sigli'd to think she could be gay.
Towering on every verdant height-
Tall, shadowy, in the evening light,

Among these maidens there was one
Like Genii, set to watch the birth

Who to LEUCADIA' late had been Of some enchanted child of earth

Ilid stood, beneath the evening sun,
Fair oaks, that over Zia's vales,

On its white towering cliffs, and seen
Stand with their leafy pride unfurld;

The very spot where Sappho sung
While Commerce, from her thousand sails,

Her swan-like music, cre she sprung
Scatters their acorns through the world !5

(Still holding, in that fearful leap, 'T was here, -as soon as prayer and sleep

By her loved lyre) into the deep, (Those truest friends to all who weep),

And, dying, quench'd the fatal fire Had lighten'd every heart, and made

At once, of both her heart and lyre!
Ev'n sorrow wear a softer shade-
'T was here, in this secluded spot,

Mutely they listen'd all-and well
Amid whose breathings, calm and sweet,

Did the young travelld maiden tell

Of the dread height to which that steep 'Nerium Oleander. To Cyprus it retains its aucient name, Rbo- Beciles ahove the eddving deep—2 dodapbne, and the Cypriots adorn their churches with the flowers

Of ihe lone sea-birds, wbceliog round on feast-days.»-Journal of Dr Sibtkorpe, Walpole's Turkey.

The dizzy edge with mournful sound1 1d.

• Lonicera Caprifolium, -used by the girls of Patmos for garlands.

Now Santa Maura, the island from one of whose cliffs Sappho 4 Cuscutæ Europara. • From the twisting and twiping of the leaped into ibe sea. stems, it is compared by the Greeks to the disbevelled hair of the 2. The precipice, which is fearfully dizzy, is about one bundred Nereids.. - Walpole's Turkey.

and fourteen feet from the water, which is of a profound depth, as 5. The produce of tbe island in these acorns alone amounts annu- appears from the dark blue colour, and the oddy that plays round ally to fifteen thousand quintals.--Clarke's Travels.

the pointed and projecting rocks.. --Goodisson's lonian isles.

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