Ferusalem. And false the light on glory's plume, And love, and hope, and beauty's bloom, Poor wanderers of a stormy day, From wave to wave we're driven; And fancy's flash, and reason's ray, Serve but to light the troubled way,— There's nothing calm but Heaven! 63 JERUSALEM. Fall'n is thy throne, O Israel! Thy children weep in chains. That fire from heaven which led thee, Lord! thou didst love Jerusalem- Her love thy fairest heritage, Her power thy glory's throne. Till evil came, and blighted Thy long-loved olive tree; And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee. Then sank the staf of Solyma, Where once the mighty trod, "Go," said the Lord, "Ye Conquerors! Steep in her blood your swords, And raze to earth her battlements, But soon shall other pictured scenes When Zion's sun shall sevenfold shine On all her mourners' eyes: The Almighty Comforter. And on her mountains beauteous stand "Salvation by the Lord's right hand," 65 THE ALMIGHTY COMFORTER. O, Thou! who driest the mourner's tear, If, when deceived and wounded here, The friends, who in our sunshine live, And he who has but tears to give, But thou wilt heal that broken heart, When joy no longer soothes or cheers, A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, F Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom, Come, brightly wafting through the gloom, Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright As darkness shews us worlds of light Robert Southey. YOUTH AND AGE. WITH cheerful step the traveller When first the dimly-dawning east Reveals the rising day. He bounds along his craggy road, He hastens up the height, Administer delight. Youth and Age. And if the mist, retiring slow, But when behind the western clouds Departs the fading day, How wearily the traveller Pursues his evening way! Sorely along the craggy road His painful footsteps creep, And slow, with many a feeble pause, And if the mists of night close round, So cheerfully does youth begin 67 |