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But who had seen that Prophet's eye
On Carmel that reclined!
But those that were behind :
His hands were raised on high,
Prepared in ancient day;
And all the birds of prey. • Who's this,' he cried, 'comes by the way
Of Edom, all divine,
Is red, but not with wine ?
That comes to set us free!
And utter praise to thee!
Their glories glow again,
That ever shall remain.
Shall frolic with delight;
And all in love unite;
That all the world must see.
That comes to set us free!'
(REV. HENRY STEBBING.] There is a freshness in the air,
A brightness in the sky,
Just seraph-throned on high;
The light-winged breezes creep,
They lull the waves asleep;
Her own young hands have made,
Her infant brother laid;
A wreck of what they were ;--
And yon proud ship, and boy so fair,
Yes!-and 'tis but few years we need,
With retrospective eye;
Our own home's history:
Of things it cannot see,-
In Heaven's eternity;
[MONTGOMERY.] WHAT strange, what fearful thing hath come to pass ?
The ground is iron, and the skies are brass : Man, on the withering barvest, casts his eye, “Give me your fruits in season, or I die;' The timely fruits implore their parent Earth, "Where is thy strength to bring us forth to birth ? The Earth, all prostrate, to the clouds complains* Send to my heart your fertilizing rains ;' The clouds invoke the Heavens_Collect, dispense Through us your healing, quickening influence;' The Heavens to him that rules them raise their moanCommand thy blessing, and it shall be done.' -The Lord is in his temple :-hushed and still, The suppliant Universe awaits his will.
He speaks :-and to the clouds the Heavens
dispense With lightning speed, their genial influence : The gathering, breaking clouds pour down the rains : Earth drinks the bliss thro' all her eager veins. From teeming furrows start the fruits to birth, And shake their riches on the lap of Earth : Man sees the harvests grow beneath his eye, Turns, and looks up with rapture to the sky; All that have breath and being then rejoice, All Nature's voices blend in one great voice; Glory to God, who thus Himself makes known !" -When shall all tongues confess Him God Alone ? Lord, as the rain comes down from heaven—the rain That waters Earth, and turns not thence again, But makes the tree to bud, the corn to spring, And feeds and gladdens every living thing; So come thy Gospel o'er a world destroyed, In boundless blessings, and return not void : So let it come, in universal showers, To fill Earth's dreariest wilderness with flowers, -With flowers of promise, fill the wild within Man's heart, laid waste and desolate by sin : Where thorns and thistles curse the infected ground, Let the rich fruits of righteousness abound; And trees of life, for ever fresh and green, Flourish, where only trees of death have been; Let Truth look down from heaven, Hope soar above, Justice and Mercy kiss, Faith work by Love; Heralds the year of Jubilee proclaim; Bow every knee at the Redeemer's name; Nations new-born, their fathers' idols spurn; The ransomed of the Lord with songs return; Through realms, with darkness, thraldom, guilt, o'er.
spread, In light, joy, freedom, be the Spirit shed.
He waited silently; there came no answer; The roaring of the tide beneath, the gale Rustling the forest-leaves, the notes of birds, And hum of insects,-these were all the sounds, That met familiarly around his ear. He look'd abroad; there shone no light from heaven But that of sunset; and no shapes appear'd But glistering clouds, which melted through the sky As imperceptibly as they had come. While all terrestrial objects seem'd the same As he had ever known them;--still he look'd And listen'd, till a cold sick feeling sunk Into his heart and blighted every hope.
Anon faint accents, from the sloping lawn . Beneath the crag where he was kneeling, rose, Like supernatural echoes of his prayer : - A Name above all names, I call upon.Thon art-Thou knowest that I am :-Reveal Thyself to me;-but oh! that I may love Thee ! For if thou art, thou must be good :-Oh ! hear, And let me know thou hearest !'-Memory fail'd The child; for 'twas his grandchild, though he knew
not, - In the deep transport of his mind, he knew not That voice, to him the sweetest of ten thousand, And known the best, because the best beloved. Again it cried : 'Thou art, thou must be good : Oh!