Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell; Mourn―where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!

And where shall Israel lave her bleeding feet? And when shall Zion's songs again seem sweet? And Judah's melody once more rejoice

The hearts that leap'd before its heavenly voice?

Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast,
How shall ye flee away and be at rest?

The wild-dove hath her nest, the fox his cave,
Mankind their country-Israel but the grave!

THE MISSIONARY'S FAREWELL TO

ENGLAND.

Hartley.

I LEAVE my fond, my native home;
O land so greatly famed, farewell!
"Tis mine through distant climes to roam,
With pensive Solitude to dwell:
Whate'er I loved of England most,
Will vanish with that shadowy coast!

Oft mid your haste, ye boyish days,
My island country fired my eye;
Thrill'd through my soul Britannia's praise,
I loved not other land nor sky:
Ah! whither are those moments fled?
They sleep in silence with the dead.

Hail to the Providence whose hand,
With lavish gifts, my country crown'd!
The birth-right of a better land,

In heaven's high realm, in thee I found; With Him to know, who sufferings bare For man so lost, can aught compare?

Knowledge divine! ere while esteem'd
Surpassing far the classic lore;
All else but loss Apostles deem'd,

And glad the martyr's sufferings bore.
Blest island! highest joys be thine,
In which I call'd such knowledge mine.

Go, said the Lord; pardon and peace
Proclaim to all the world around;
To captives tell of glad release,
Of opening prison to the bound;
Lo! 'mid the waste of rolling years,
A day acceptable appears!

I go, O Lord, to bear thy love
Where Arab hearts all joyless beat;
As Attic plains I wondering rove,

I'll pause, and "Calvary" repeat:
Slave, hear of freedom! highest heaven
Messiah's love has freely given.

O may that love of Christ, who died,
Kindle this heart, my life constrain ;
To me the world be crucified,

Nought earthly in my breast remain !
Thou living Spirit! ardour give,

For Christ to die, for Christ to live!

Thy might my own, I know no fear,-
Ye winds, ye waves, your power I brave;
Where'er I go, my God is near,

By land or sea alike to save;
Jehovah's love and power control

The winds that roar, the waves that roll.

And should the sun, that rides on high,
Dart fiery radiance on my head,
When, spent, by Tadmor's wall I lie,
Or Afric's scorching desert tread,—
The sun that glows, those burning sands,
They burn and glow as God commands.

Whether I tread the sacred soil,

Or

Which strews thy summit, Zion's hill!

up the steep of Sinai toil,

Or wander lone by Kedron's rill,

And where the vengeful angel's rod

Marks Stamboul's towers,-I'll walk with God!

With thoughts like these I part serene :
Friends, loved, though wandering far, adieu!
And should we, 'mid life's changeful scene,
Where England smiles, ne'er meet anew,

Ah, when the archangel's voice shall rend the skies,
What bliss to meet! what bliss in Paradise!

A PERSIAN PRECEPT AND ILLUSTRATION.

Greenwood.

FORGIVE thy foes :-nor that alone,
Their evil deeds with good repay :

Fill those with joy who leave thee none,

And kiss the hand upraised to slay.

K

So does the fragrant Sandal bow

In meek forgiveness to its doom,
And o'er the axe at every blow

Sheds, in abundance, rich perfume.

REDEMPTION OF MANKIND.

Milton.

MAN with his whole posterity must die,
Die he or Justice must; unless for him
Some other able, and as willing, pay

The rigid satisfaction, death for death.

Say, heavenly powers, where shall we find such love? Which of you will be mortal, to redeem

Man's mortal crime, and just the unjust to save? Dwells in all heaven Charity so dear?

He ask'd, but all the heavenly quire stood mute, And silence was in heaven: on Man's behalf Patron or intercessor none appear'd;

Much less that durst upon his own head draw
The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.

And now, without redemption, all mankind

Must have been lost, adjudged to death and hell