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No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung!
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
Majestic silence ! — then the harp awoke,
The cymbal clanged, the deep-voiced trumpet spoke;
And Salem spread her suppliant arms abroad,
Viewed the descending flame, and blessed the present


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Lo! star-led chiefs Assyrian odors bring,
And bending Magi seek their infant King !


Daughter of Sion! virgin queen! rejoice!
Clap the glad hand and lift the exulting voice !
He comes, – - but not in regal splendor drest,
The haughty diadem, the Tyrian vest;
Not armed in flame, all-glorious from afar,
Of hosts the chieftain, and the lord of war :
Messiah comes ! let furious discord cease ;
Be peace on earth before the Prince of Peace !


Ye hovering ghosts, that throng the starless air,
Why shakes the earth ? why fades the light? declare !
Are those His limbs, with ruthless scourges torn ?
His brows, all bleeding with the twisted thorn ?
His the pale form, the meek, forgiving eye
Raised from the cross in patient agony ?
Be dark, thou sun, thou noonday night, arise,
And hide, O, hide, the dreadful sacrifice !
Ye faithful few, by bold affection led,
Who round the Saviour's cross your sorrows shed,
Not for his sake your tearful vigils keep;

Weep for your country, for


children weep! Vengeance ! thy fiery wing their race pursued ; Thy thirsty poniard blushed with infant blood. Roused at thy call, and panting still for game, The bird of war, the Latian eagle came. Then Judah raged, by ruffian Discord led, Drunk with the steamy carnage of the dead : He saw his sons by dubious slaughter fall, And war without, and death within the wall. Wide-wasting plague, gaunt famine, mad despair, And dire debate, and clamorous strife were there; Love, strong as death, retained his might no more, And the pale parent drank her children's gore. : Yet they who wont to roam the ensanguined plain, And spurn with fell delight their kindred slain ; E'en they, when, high above the dusty fight, Their burning temple rose in lurid light, To their loved altars paid a parting groan, And in their country's woes forgot their own. As mid the cedar courts and gates of gold The trampled ranks in miry carnage rolled, To save their Temple every hand essayed, And with cold fingers grasped the feeble blade : Through their torn veins reviving fury ran, And life's last anger warmed the dying man !

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Ah! fruitful now no more, - an empty coast,
She mourned her sons enslaved, her glories lost:
In her wide streets the lonely raven bred,
There barked the wolf, and dire hyenas fed.
Yet midst her towery fanes, in ruin laid,

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The pilgrim saint his murmuring vespers paid;
'T was his to climb the tufted rocks, and rove
The checkered twilight of the olive grove;
’T was his to bend beneath the sacred gloom,
And wear with many a kiss Messiah's tomb.

Reginald Ileber.



F to the fluttering folds of the quick sail

My all of peace and comfort I impart; If to the treacherous tide and wavering gale

My wife and child I lend, my soul's best part; If on the seas, the sands, the clouds, I cast

Fond hopes, and beating hearts I leave behind, With no returning pledge beyond a mast

That bends with every blast of wind,

'T is not the paltry thirst of gold could fire

A heart that ever glowed with holier flame, Nor glory tempt me with the vain desire

To gild my memory with a fleeting fame. I go not, like the Florentine of old,

The bitter bread of banishment to eat; No wave of faction, in its wildest roar,

Broke on my calm paternal seat.

But in the soul's unfathomable wells,

Unknown, inexplicable longings sleep;

Like that strange instinct which the bird impels

In search of other food athwart the deep. What from those orient climes have they to gain ?

Have they not nests as mossy in our eaves, And, for their callow progeny, the grain

Dropped from a thousand golden sheaves ?

I too, like them, could find my portion here,

Enjoy the mountain slope, the river's foam, My humble wishes seek no loftier sphere;

And yet like them I go, like them I come. Dim longings draw me on and point my path

To Eastern sands, to Shem's deserted shore, The cradle of the world, where God in wrath

Hardened the human heart of yore.

I have not yet felt on the sea of sand

The slumberous rocking of the desert bark; Nor quenched my thirst at eve with quivering hand

By Hebron's well, beneath the palm-trees dark; Nor in the pilgrim's tent my mantle spread,

Nor laid me in the dust where Job hath lain, Nor, while the canvas murmured overhead,

Dreamed Jacob's mystic dreams again.

Of the world's pages one is yet unread :

How the stars tremble in Chaldea's sky, With what a sense of nothingness we tread,

How the heart beats, when God appears so nigh; How on the soul, beside some column lone,

The shadows of old days descend and hover,

How the grass speaks, the earth sends out its moan,

And the breeze wails that wanders over.

I have not heard in the tall cedar-top

The cries of nations echo to and fro,
Nor seen from Lebanon the eagles drop

On Tyre's deep-buried palaces below;
I have not laid my head upon the ground

Where Tadmor's temples in the dust decay,
Nor startled, with my footfall's dreary sound,

The waste where Memnon's empire lay.



I have not stretched where Jordan's current flows,

Heard how the loud-lamenting river weeps, With moans and cries sublimer even than those

With which the mournful Prophet stirred its deeps; Nor felt the transports which the soul inspire

In the deep grot, where he, the bard of kings, Felt, at the dead of night, a hand of flame

Seize on his harp, and sweep the strings.

I have not wandered o'er the plain whereon,

Beneath the olive-tree, the Saviour wept;
Nor traced his tears the hallowed trees upon,

Which jealous angels have not all outswept ;
Nor, in the garden, watched through nights sublime,

Where, while the bloody sweat was undergone,
The echo of his sorrows and our crime

Rung in one listening ear alone.

Nor have I bent my forehead on the spot

Where his ascending footstep pressed the clay;

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