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THE NORTHERN SPRING.
WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth
Then bursts the verdure of the plains, Then break the streams from icy chains; And the glad reindeer seeks no more Amidst deep snows his mossy store.
Then the dark pine-wood's boughs are seen
Thus, in a moment, from the gloom
For He, whose word is truth, hath said,
Then, all its transient sufferings o'er,
PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CXLVIII.
“Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens:
praise him in the heights."
the Lord ! on every height Songs to his glory raise ! Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of night,
Join in immortal praise !
O heaven of heavens ! let praise far-swelling
From all thine orbs be sent !
Above the firmament !
For His the word which gave you birth,
And majesty and might :
And let the deeps unite !
O fire and vapour, hail and snow!
Ye servants of His will;
His mandates to fulfil;
Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise!
Fair cedars of the wood!
Or track the plains for food!
Judges of nations ! kings, whose hand
Waves the proud sceptre high!
O youths and virgins of the land !
O age and infancy!
ye His name, to whom alone All homage should be given; Whose glory, from the eternal throne
Spreads wide o’er earth and heaven!
SCENE I.-Before the gates of a City in Palestine. URBAN, PRIESTS, CITIZENS, at the gates. Others
looking from the walls above.
Cit. Not yet. Their march is slow; They have not reach'd the jutting cliff, where first The mountain-path divides.
Urb. And now?
Cit. The wood Shuts o'er their track. Now spears are flashing outIt is the banner of De Chatillon,
(Very slow and mournful military music without.) This way! they come this way!
Urb. All holy saints Grant that they pass us not ! Those martial sounds Have a strange tone of sadness! Hark, they swell Proudly, yet full of sorrow. RAINIER DE CHATILLON enters with knights,
Rai. (bending to receive the Priest's blessing.)
Urb. And thou bring'st the heart
Rai. I bring
Urb. His bier! I marvel not