And likest him in look and tone, With steadfast gaze, as when the sky Which like a fading lamp flashed high, Well might you guess what vision bright The glory which our God surrounds, He sees them all, - no other view Could stamp the Saviour's likeness true, Man's sullen heart and gross, "Jesu, do thou my soul receive; Jesu, do thou my foes forgive": He who would learn that prayer must live He, though he seem on earth to move, Till men behold his angel face Martyr all o'er, and meet to trace John Keble. FOUR JERUSALEM. OUR lamps were burning o'er two mighty graves, Godfrey's and Baldwin's, Salem's Christian king; And holy light glanced from Helena's naves, Fed with the incense which the pilgrim brings, While through the panelled roof the cedar flings Its sainted arms o'er choir and roof and dome, And every porphyry-pillared cloister rings To every kneeler there its "welcome home," As every lip breathes out, "O Lord, thy kingdom come." A mosque was garnished with its crescent moons, Hark! did the pilgrim tremble as he kneeled? His suppliants crowd around him, He can see And probe its core, and make its blindness flee, There was an earthquake once that rent thy fane, Another earthquake comes. Dome, roof, and wall Thou whom we all should worship, praise, and thank, Where was thy mercy in that awful hour, When hell moved from beneath, and thine own heaven did lower? Say, Pilate's palaces, proud Herod's towers, Say, gate of Bethlehem, did your arches quake? Thy pool, Bethesda, was it filled with showers? Calm Gihon, did the jar thy waters wake? Tomb of thee, Mary — Virgin—did it shake? Glowed thy bought field, Aceldama, with blood? Where were the shudderings Calvary might make? Did sainted Mount Moriah send a flood To wash away the spot where once a God had stood. Lost Salem of the Jews, great sepulchre Of all profane and of all holy things, Where Jew and Turk and Gentile yet concur To make thee what thou art, thy history brings Thoughts mixed of joy and woe. The whole earth rings With the sad truth which He has prophesied, Who would have sheltered with his holy wings Thee and thy children. You his power defied; You scourged him while he lived, and mocked him as he died! There is a star in the untroubled sky, That caught the first light which its Maker made, — It led the hymn of other orbs on high; "T will shine when all the fires of heaven shall fade. Pilgrims at Salem's porch, be that your aid! For it has kept its watch on Palestine! Look to its holy light, nor be dismayed, Though broken is each consecrated shrine, Though crushed and ruined all which men have called divine. John Gardner Calkins Brainard. T JERUSALEM. IS so; the hoary harper sings aright; Soft gleaming through the umbrage of the woods Hailed by the pilgrims of the desert, bound Where saints and prophets teach, where the stern law James Abraham Hillhouse, THE FALL OF JERUSALEM. TITUS, on the Mount of Olives; Evening. And yet it moves me, Romans! It confounds The counsels of my firm philosophy, |