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The rose was in rich bloom on Sharon's Drawing clear water for his rosy lips, plains,
And softly parting clusters of jet curls When a young mother, with her First-born, To bathe his brow.
thence Went up to Zion; for the boy was vow'd
At last the Fane was reach', Unto the Temple service. By the hand The carth's One Sanctuary; and rapture She led him, and her silent soul, the while, hush'd Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye
Her bosom, as before her, thro' the day Met her sweet serious glance, rejoiced to It rose, a mountain of white marble, steep'd think
In ligbt like floating gold. But when that That aught so pure, so beautiful was hers,
hour To bring before her God.
Waned to the farewell moment, when the
boy So pass'd they on, Lifted, through rainbow-gleaming tears, his O'er Judah's hills; and wheresoe'er the eye leaves
Beseechingly to hers, and, balf in fear, of the broad sycamore made sounds at noon, Turned from the white-robed priest, and Like lulling rain-drops, or the olive-boughs, round her arm With their cool dimness, cross'd the sultry Clung even as ivy clings ; the deep-springblue
tide Of Syria's heaven, she paused, that he might of nature then swelled high; and v'er her rest;
child Yet from her own meek eyelids chased the Bending, her soul brake forth, in mingled sleep
sounds That weighed their dark fringe down, to sit Of weeping and sad song.--" Alas!" she and watch
cried, The crimson deepening o'er his cheek's repose,
“ Alas, my boy! thy gentle grasp is on me, As at a red flower's heart: and where a fount The briglit tears quiver in thy pleading eyes, Lay, like a twilight star,'midst palmy shades, And now fond thoughts arise,
And silver chords again to earth have won “I give thee to thy God !--the God that me,
gave thee, And like a vine thou claspest my full heart- A well-spring of deep gladness to my heart ! How shall I hence depart ?
And precious as thou art,
And pure as dew of Hermon, He shall have “How the lone paths retrace, where thou thee, wert playing
My own, my beautiful, my undefiled! So late along the mountains at my side ; And thou shalt be His child.
And I, in joyous pride, By every place of flowers my course delay- “ Therefore, farewell ! I go; my soul may
ing, Wove, e'en as pearls, the lilies round thy As the stag panteth for the water-brooks, hair,
Yearning for thy sweet looks! Beholding thee so fair!
But thou, my First-born! droop not, por
bewail me, “And, oh! the home whence thy bright smile Thou in the shadow of the Rock shalt dwell, hath parted!
The Rock of Strength-farewell !” Will it not seem as if the sunny day
Turn'd from its door away? While, through its chambers wandering, weary-hearted,
THE FIRST GRIEF. I languish for thy voice, which past me still,
HEMANS. Went like a singing rill!
“Ou! call my brother back to me, “ Under the palm-trees, thou no more shalt I cannot play alone; meet me,
The summer comes with flower and bee,When from the fount at evening I return, Where is my brother gone ?
With the full-water urn!
Across the sun-beam's track ;
Oh! call my brother back!
“ And thou, will slumber's dewy cloud fall The flowers run wild-the flowers we sowed round thee,
Around our garden-tree; Without thy Mother's hand to smooth thy Our vine is drooping with its loadbed?
Oh! call him back to me!" Wilt thou not vainly spread Thine arins, when darkness as a veil bath “ He would not hear my voice, fair child ! wound thee,
He may not come to thee; To fold my neck, and lift up, in thy fear, The face that once like spring-time smiled A cry which none shall bear?
On earth no more thou'lt see,
Nor will affection let me
Now thy kind caresses pain me,
Then,-thou in heaven and I on earth,
“See yon orient streak appearing!
Lately launch'd, a trembling stranger, On the world's wild boist'rous flood; Pierc'd with sorrows, toss'd with danger, Gladly I return to God.
“ Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee, I did but see him, and he disappeared,
Now my trembling heart find rest : I did but pluck the rose-bud, and it fell,
Kinder arms than thine receive me, A sorrow unforeseen, and scarcely fear'd,
Softer pillow than thy breast. For ill can mortals their afflictions spell.
“Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, And now, sweet babe, what can my tremb- Upward turning toward their home; ling heart
Raptur'd they'll forget all anguish,
While they wait to see thee come.
“ There, my mother, pleasures centre
Weeping, parting, care or wo,
Ne'er our Father's house shall enter-
“ As thro' this calm, this "holy dawning,
Silent glides my parting breath, An offering too for thy sad tomb I have,
To an everlasting morning,
Gently close my eyes in death.
• Blessings endless, richest blessings,
(Though no language yet possessing,)
“ Yet to leave thee sorrowing rends me, Weep not, my mother, weep not, I am blest; | Though again his voice I hear ; But must leave heaven, if I return to thee ;
Rise! may every grace attend thee; For I am where the weary are at rest,
Rise! and seek to meet me there." The wicked cease from troubling.– Come to