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Enter the Messengers of Pharaoh.
A Priest.-Moses, we come from Pharaoh.
Moses.--I wait your monarch's message.
A Priest.–Thus saith the king:
Go out from Egypt. Serve the Lord, your God.
Take with you all your people ; all your
children; Take all your flocks and herds, as you have said. But go in haste! And bless me also !
Enter a Crowd of Egyptians.
The Crowd.-Moses, go forth! We shall be all dead men.
Moses.—The hour is come! Israel at length is free.
Tell Joshua to set the tribes in motion,
And march towards the desert. Meanwhile sing
Our song of gratitude and triumph.
Hail, Captain of the Skies,
We chaunt thy victories !
When, against Satan's rebel hordes
Thy dazzling cherub armies sped,
Shivering beneath their flaming swords,
The fiends in panic terror fled.
Then from the ramparts sheer of heaven
The astonished legions wildly fell ;
And by thy scorching thunderbolts were driven,
Swift as the lightning's flash, to hell.
Then burst the shout from angels' tongue;
The skies with hallelujahs rung ;
And all God's children hymned the Eternal WORD,
Heaven's valiant Champion, Nature's Sire and Lord.
Hero, we see thee stand
On Pharaoh's rebel land.
Sweeping around thy awful brow
We see thy flashing falchion now,
Gleaming above the midnight bed,
And crowding Egypt with the dead.
For, from thy royal throne,
Thou leapedst forth alone,
Like a fierce warrior 'midst thy foes.
Then shrieks of agony arose,
As, 'lighting on the earth, they saw thee nigh,
Thy towering stature reaching to the sky.
• Wisdom of Solomon, xviii., 15, 16,
March through the world in state !
New victories on thee wait.
Before thy shouting armies fall
Embattled tower, and massive wall.
Philistia's vanquished gods bow down,
Dagon and Ashtaroth, at thy frown.
Baal exults no more;
Nor Moloch, foul with gore.
The oaks on Bashan's fertile field,
And Lebanon's proud cedars yield :
While fleets from Zidon and from Tyre proclaim
To Chittim's hundred isles thy growing fame.
We hear thy thundering tread.
Thy many-crowned head
Gleams 'mid the lightnings of thy car.
The nations yield, and battles cease,
Till man forgets the din of war,
And the charmed world is hushed in peace.
Sages their incense, gold, and gems,
Bring to the footstool of thy throne ;
Monarchs, uncrowned, their jewelled diadems
Place on thy kingly brow alone.
The forest lifts its laughing head;
The deep shouts from its pearly bed;
And ocean's multitudes of islands raise
Their choral anthem to Messiah's praise.
(To be concluded next month.)
CANADA, the bless'd—the free,
With prophetic glance I see
Visions of thy future glory;
Giving to the world's great story,
A page, with mighty meaning fraught,
That asks a wider range of thought-
Borne onwards on the wings of time,
I trace thy future course, sublime;
And feel my anxious lot grow bright,
Whilst musing on the glorious sight-
Yea, my heart leaps up with glee
To hail thy noble destiny !
Yes, e'en now, thy sons inherit
All thy British mother's spirit;
Ah, no child of bondage, thou,
With her blessings on thy brow,
And her deathless old renown
Circling thee with freedom's crown:
With her love within thy heart,
Well may'st thou perform thy part;
And to coming years proclaim
Thou art worthy of her name.
By all thou hast inherited,
Of nations thou shalt stand the head :
First to run the Christian race,
Old oppressions to efface;
Slow to strike, and swift to spare-
Noble deeds to do and dare.
Home of the homeless—friend to all,
Who suffer on this earthly ball;
On thy bosom, sickly care
Quite forgets her squalid lair ;
Gaunt famine, ghastly poverty,
Before thy gracious aspect fly;
And hopes long crush'd grow bright again,
And smiling point to hill and plain.
Nations old, and empires vast,
From the earth had darkly past,
Ere rose the fair, auspicious morn
When thou, the last-not least-was't born.
Through the desert solitude
Of trackless waters -forests rude,
Thy guardian angel sent a cry,
All jubilant of victory!
“Joy !" she cried, “ to the untillid earth;
Let her joy in a mighty nation's birth ;-
Night from the land has past away,
The desert basks in the noon of day.
Joy! to the sullen wilderness ;
I come her gloomy shades to bless
To bid the bear and wild-cat yield
Their savage haunts to town and field.
Joy! to stout hearts and willing hands,
That win a right to these broad lands,
And reap the fruit of honest toil;
Lords of the rich, abundant soil.
Joy! to the sons of want, who groan
In lands that cannot feed their own,
And seek in stern, determin'd mood,
Homes in the land of lake and wood;
Who leave their heart's young hopes behind,
Friends in a distant world to find
Led by that God, who from his throne
Regards the poor man's stifled moan.
Like one awaken'd from the dead,
The peasant lifts his drooping head,
Nerves his strong heart and sun-burnt hand,
To win a portion of the land
That glooms before him, far and wide,
In frowning woods and surging tide.
No more oppress'd—no more a slave,
Here freedom dwells, beyond the wave.
Joy! to those hardy sires who bore
The day's first heat-their toils are o'er:
Rude fathers of this rising land-
Their's was a mission truly grand :
Brave peasants, whom the Father God
Sent to reclaim the stubborn sod;
Well they perform'd their task, and won
Altar and hearth for the woodman's son.
Joy! to Canada's unborn heirs,
A deathless heritage is theirs ;
For, sway'd by wise and holy laws,
Her voice shall aid the world's great cause-
Shall plead the rights of man, and claim
For humble worth an honest fame;-
Shall show, the peasant-born can be,
When call'd to action, great and free,
Like fire within the flint conceald,
By stern necessity reveald ;
Kindles to life the stupid clod-
Image of perfect man and God !
Joy! to thy unborn sons, for they
Shall hail a purer, brighter day,
and Christian brotherhood
Shall form a stronger tie than blood,
And commerce, freed from tax and chain,
Shall build a bridge o'er earth and main;
And man shall prize the wealth of mind
The greatest blessing to mankind;
True Christians, both in word and deed,
Ready in virtue's cause to bleed ;
Against a world combin'd to stand,
And guard the honour of the land ;
Joy! to the earth-when this shall be,
Time verges on eternity!