And sung in solemn verse mysterious truth. The sacred characters they knew to trace Derived from Egypt's elder race; And all that Greece, with copious learning fraught, Of fabled truths and rich poetic lore; Stars, plants and gems, and talismans they knew, And far was spread their fame, and wide their praises grew. The admiring East their praises spread: The fond complaint renewed, How little yet they knew, how much was learned in vain. For human guilt and mortal woe, Their sympathising sorrows flow; Their hallowed prayers ascend in incense pure; Or reached the lowest step of that immortal throne. And oft the starrv cope of heaven beneath, When day's tumultuous sounds had ceased to breathe, With fixed feet, as rooted there, Through the long night they drew the chilly air; While sliding o'er their head, In solemn silence dread, The ethereal orbs their shining course pursued, With folded arms laid on their reverend breast, And to that Heaven they knew, their orisons addrest. A Star appears they marked its kindling beam, In wondering silence softly gliding by, At the fair stranger seemed to gaze, Or veiled their trembling fires, and half withdrew their rays. The blameless men the wonder saw, Remote from nature as from truth, Their learned pens the sky had figured o'er: To guide benighted pilgrims through this vale of woe. The heavenly impulse they obey, The new-born light directs their way; Through deserts never marked by human tread, And billowy waves of loose unfaithful sand, O'er many an unknown hill and foreign strand The silver clue unerring led, And peopled towns they pass, and glittering spires; No cloud could veil its light, no sun could quench its fires. Thus passed the venerable pilgrims on, Till Salem's stately towers before them shone, And soon their feet her hallowed pavements prest; Not in her marble courts to rest,— From pomp and royal state aloof, Their shining guide its beams withdrew; And points their path, and points their view, There the bright sentinel kept watch, For there, within its humble thatch, Weakness and power, and heaven and earth were met. Now, sages, now your search give o'er, Believe, fall prostrate, and adore! Here spread your spicy gifts, your golden offerings here; No more the fond complaint renew Of human guilt and mortal woe, Of knowledge checked by doubt, and hope with fear: What angels wished to learn, ye know ;— Peace is proclaimed to man, and heaven begun below. Mrs. Barbauld. FAIR eastern star, that art ordained to run Here cease thy course, and wonder that the cloud But here on earth is taught a different way, Displays her windows, and adorns her bowers; Each school and synagogue thy force repels, A joyful gate of every chink it makes. Here shines no golden roof, no ivory stair, No king exalted in a stately chair, Girt with attendants, or by heralds styled, Their treasures, offering incense, myrrh, and gcl. The Prince of Peace, who, thankful for His bed, Sir John Beaumont. |