The mountain-eagle seeks; Others there are, that make their home Where Afric's burning realm expands, The swan, where northern rivers glide, The condor, where the Andes tower, Spreads his broad wing of pride and power And many a storm defies; Bright in the orient realms of morn, Some, amidst India's groves of palm, Others no varied song may pour, Yet, know, our Heavenly Father guides Shall He not then thy guardian be? THE SKY-LARK. CHILD'S MORNING HYMN. THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn, And violets round his nest exhale But high above the morning cloud Thus, my Creator? thus the more THE NIGHTINGALE. CHILD'S EVENING HYMN. WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower, And bids the solitary star Shine in pale beauty from afar. When gathering shades the landscape veil, And peasants seek their village-dale, And mists from river-wave arise, And dew in every blossom lies. When evening's primrose opes to shed At that calm hour, so still, so pale, And sweeter far that melting voice, Father in heaven! oh! thus when day Yon star, my signal, set on high, So may thy mercy and thy power THE NORTHERN SPRING. WHEN the soft breath of Spring goes forth For He, whose word is truth, hath said, Then, all its transient sufferings o'er, Where tears of sorrow never flow'd. PARAPHRASE OF PSALM CXLVIII. "Praise ye the Lord. Praise ye the Lord from the heavens : praise him in the heights." PRAISE ye the Lord! on every height Songs to his glory raise! Ye angel-hosts, ye stars of night, Join in immortal praise! Oh! heaven of heavens ! let praise far-swelling From all thine orbs be sent! Join in the strain, ye waters, dwelling For His the word which gave you birth, Praise to the Highest from the earth, Oh! fire and vapor, hail and snow! O! stormy winds, that only blow Mountains and rocks, to heaven that rise; Fair cedars of the wood! Creatures of life that wing the skies, Praise ye His name, to whom alone SCENE I.-Before the gates of a City in Palestine. URBAN, PRIESTS, CITIZENS, at the gates. Others looking from the walls above. Urb. (to a CITIZEN on the walls above.) You see their iances glistening? You can tell The way they take? Cit. Not yet. Their march is slow; They have not reach'd the jutting cliff, where first The mountain path divides. Urb. Cit. And now? The wood Shuts o'er their track. Now spears are flashing out- (Very slow and mournful military music without.) This way! they come this way! Urb. [Knights, Soldiers, &c., enter with RAIMER DE CHATILLON.. Welcome, knights! Ye bring us timely aid! men's hearts were full Of doubt and terror. Brave De Chatillon ! True soldier of the Cross! I welcome thee; Rai. (bending to receive the Priest's blessing.) From a lost battle. Urb. His bier!-I marvel not Not, not in arms— To see your brow thus darken'd!-And he died As he had lived, in arms? Rai. (gloomily.) His war-cry had been silenced. Have ye place For a warrior with his sword?-He bade me bear Urb. And it shall sleep Beside our noblest, while we yet can call One holy place our own!-Heard you, my lord, Against our city? Rai. (with sudden exultation.) That were joy to know. That were proud joy!-who told it ?-there's a weight That must be heaved from off my troubled heart By the strong tide of battle!-Kaled!-Ay, A gallant name !-how heard you? Urb. Nay, it seem'd As if a breeze first bore the rumor in. Rai. (hastily.) You have my brother here? |