MOHAMMEDANS IN THE HOLY PLACE.

He hath done all things well.
Whose own the Temple is;
Selected from the world its
Till faith shall come again.

These are not they, but these hath He guards to be, 'Tis theirs to fray

The Greek's void repetition; theirs to stay
The flippant curtsey of the adjacent west;
And theirs, my country, farthest hence and best,
Thy sweetly-pillowed pew to ward away.
Here shall their own majestic rites abide,

Unlaboured, few, as if from Mamre's shade ;Their low prostrations, proudly, side by side,

By sire and son shall duteous here be made;Till richer time shall bring the heirs of all, The race that shall be born, and whom the Lord shall call.

ESDRAELON ;

THE FLOWERY BATTLE-FIELD OF PALESTINE.

O DRENCHED with blood, and yet in smiles arrayed!
Thy lip unshook, thy lap with corpses piled!
Hast thou no care when he who is thy child
Is torn with slaughter and in darkness laid?
They do thee wrong, O Earth, who deem thee made
Of heart so dull, and so unkind of soul:

Doth not He fill thee who surveys the whole,
Ere yet the part is ripe for being played?
He fills thee, and in Him thou gainest strength
To hear our wailings and behold us dead;
Secure of our advancement at the length,
When sin and conflict and distress are fled.
Yea, Mother dear, upon thy brow I read
My Father's mirrored calm, from all misgivings
freed.

THE MORAL OF THE RICH AND STONY SOIL OF THE GOOD LAND.

"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread."

O ISRAEL, hear! For softly-shielded hands,
And silken laps, that know of toil no more,
The Lord our God hath nothing good in store,
But only for the bluff and hardy bands
Of sturdy labour. These His rugged lands

Enrich with plenteousness of corn and wine;
But those with hunger and with thirst shall pine,
Though Joseph's portion at their bidding stands.
Whoso is wise will ponder this, and shun

The leprous hurt which comes of slothful ease: Not better for thee is the substance won,

Than is the sweat which brings it to thy knees. O arduous soil, Of God held good, teach me that one best boon is toil.

O dwell with me, sweet lore!

THE HUMAN LINEAMENTS OF THE EARTH AND OF PALESTINE.

GoD in man's image made a land for man :
After man's foreknown likeness made He it.
Strong rocks, like sovereign wills, He caused to sit
Above the deeps where passionate billows ran :
And hungering fires, deep-hid, were in His plan,
And sanguine rills which ever onward tend:
And if its lord his fostering care should lend,
Then not a breeze but some fair fruit should fan.
But chiefly man-like was man's land in this,
That all its fairness hung upon its sun:
Its sun unhid, of winning loveliness:

Unwinning else: perchance a thing to shun.

So God made all the earth; and most of all

On thee, dear land of Christ, He bade this impress

fall.

NAZARETH.

THE northern mountains bear it up a space
Above the plain where sterner conflict dwells,
And fold it round with meekest mountain grace,
And breathe upon it sweetest mountain spells.
The bird-world music softly o'er it wells :
The flower-world incense from its pasture soars:
Its children's ache the industrious olive quells :
Beside its hearths the bending fig adores :

And one rich fount its wave through all the valley pours.