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Yet Lady! while the chaste caress
I SEE thee not, my brother! thou art far
Came dying murmurs ;-music, too, was there,
THE MATERNAL PRAYER MEETING.
THEY'VE met, thou seest, this is where
They always love to meet;
The Mother's mercy seat ;
Of stirring thought is dim ;
Leads up in prayer to Him.
Is't not a holy place ?-look round
Unto these bosoms given,
They look away to heaven;
Are child and mother bowed-
Of prayer, hath flung a cloud.
Oh no! if ever broken speech
May audience find above,
Down blessings for its love ;
May tarry near the throne,
That is so faint alone.
And firm the faltering step, for then
The altar-place is trod ;
She gives her child to God;
The earnest tear is shed;
May fall upon his head.
Oh woman! to whose forming touch
Is given the plastic mind, Thou need'st the frequent prayer, for much
Hath heaven to thee consigned ;
Before thy King to stand;
A sceptre in his hand.
'Tis wise, while fountains fail below,
To lead those thou dost love, Unto the streams that brightly flow
In fairer worlds above;
To furnish, ere 'tis thine to fall,
These dear ones for the strife ; And oh, to see them peril all
For crowns of endless life!
The dawn hath broke on Solyma,
Yet in her streets sits wan despair ; The temple greets the early ray,
The voice of gladness is not there; Gone forth is the accursed decree,
Blush Sun! and hide each starry gem ! Your Maker is condemned, and He
Wears now the thorny diadem.
Did not from yonder battlement
The gathered angels bend and weep, When crushed with toil, with sorrow spent,
Immanuel trod the painful steep? Was there not anguish known above
Say, ye! that knelt before the throne, When He whose every throb was love,
By man rejected, wept alone ?
0, suffering Saviour! let me be
Patient, when crowding cares invade ; Resigned, when earthly blessings flee,
And grateful while enjoyments fade :
Thou wast rejected !-Son of God!
Near to the Highest is thy seat; 'Tis mine to meet the stormy flood,
Give me a place beneath thy feet.
DARKLI O’er thee, Palestine !
Hangs the mystic veil of night; Land of Shinar, grief is thine,
Quenched the glory of thy light,Where is now the promise given
To thy sires of ancient day? Where, O where, the lamp of heaven,
To direct the wanderer's way?
Ye who, favoured, saw Him, tell
Of his mien, beyond compare ; Ye who marked Him when he fell,
Say, was not the Godhead there? Yet he writhed beneath the rod
Anguish sat upon his browMen have triumphed in his blood,
And the marble holds him now.
Wherefore then the golden beam,
Springing up the eastern sky; Bright, yet soft as morning's dream, When night's empire passes by ?