"It is I, it is I, who have risen at length In the day of my wrath, with the sword of my strength; For I have returned from the field of the slain !" And why, O thou Victor, and why thus imbue As though thou hadst trodden where thousands had bled? "I have trodden the wine-press of Edom alone; Yet their armies are scattered-their banners are strown; In the day of my wrath, with the sword of my strength- RACHEL WEEPING. Jer. xxxi. 15, 17. KNOX. A VOICE comes from Ramah, a voice of despair- Alas! for the parent whose hope and whose trust A voice comes from Ramah, a voice of dismay- JEHOVAH SHAMMAH. Ezek. xlviii. 35. W. DIAMOND. THOU art our Father, Lord, our Lord, Of promised love, and Zion-ward Though mute within thy walls we stand, Nor solemn vow, nor voice of prayer: 212 SAUL JOURNEYING TO DAMASCUS, &c. We turn to it, from those more painful Thy dwellings all lie desolate; KING of the dead, how long shall sweep Has Israel steep'd her bread in tears: SHE is fall'n! she is fall'n! from the height Flight, famine, shame, the scourge, the of her glory! And lowly in ruin she lies: No more shall her greatness be sounded in story No more shall her praises arise. sword! 'Tis done! Has breath'd thy trumpet blast, One moment beheld her in brightness and There rides no glittering chivalry, beauty Erecting her head undefied; No banner purples in the sky; The world within their hearts hath died; 'Tis past and the storm, in the zeal of its Two thousand years have slain their pride! duty, Has blasted the bloom of her pride. The look of pale remorse is there, |