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VISION OF BELSHAZZAR.

I.

THE King was on his throne,

The Satraps throng'd the hall;

A thousand bright lamps shone
O'er that high festival.

A thousand cups of gold,

In Judah deem'd divine

Jehovah's vessels hold

The godless Heathen's wine!

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Along the letters ran,

And traced them like a wand.

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The monarch saw, and shook, ingen h

And bade no more rejoice;

All bloodless wax'd his look,

And tremulous his voice. w

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"The wisest of the earth,

"And expound the words of fear, how t

"Which mar our royal mirth.”

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And Babel's men of age

Are wise and deep in lore;

But now they were not sage,

They saw but knew no more.

V.

A captive in the land,

A stranger and a youth,

He heard the king's command,
He saw that writing's truth.

The lamps around were bright,
The prophecy in view;
He read it on that night,--

The morrow proved it true.

VI.

"Belshazzar's grave is made,

"His kingdom pass'd away,

"He in the balance weighed,

"Is light and worthless clay. "The shroud, his robe of state, "His canopy, the stone;

"The Mede is at his gate!

"The Persian on his throne!"

SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS!

SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS! melancholy star!
Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far,
That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel,
How like art thou to joy remembered well!

So gleams the past, the light of other days,

Which shines, but warms not with its powerless rays; A night-beam Sorrow watcheth to behold,

Distinct, but distant-clear-but, oh how cold!

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