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Behold the wedded virgin's charms
Snatch'd from her bleeding bridegroom's arms, Her fond name lisping with his last sad breath,
And clasping in the pangs of death !
The mother stands, as turn'd to stone ;
To call the avenging thunder down,
Dying shrieks, and clashing arms; Thy sacred floors with slaughter'd prophets strew'd, And e'en thy mercy-seat, that awful shrine
Of Majesty Divine,
With priestly gore imbrued.
Turret on turret roll’d,
O name for ever dear!
Fallen art thou, Salem! mingled with the dust! Like some bright star thrown blazing from the skies, One undistinguish'd heap thy grandeur lies,
Yet in ruin still august!
In palaces of mighty men
In the temple's hallow'd walks
The strutting ostrich stalks ; There gorged with blood the ravening vulture hies, There to her mate the screaming night-bird cries; The hissing serpent haunts the dread abode, Whose trembling walls revered the indwelling
God. There the grim lions thirst for human gore; And heard at distance by the shuddering swain 'Cross the drear horrors of the desert plain, Amid the hollow howling ruins roar!'
There paused the prophet's song
The listening throng, Like statues fixed, in mute amazement stood, And anguish wrung the heart, and horror chill'd
the blood. Proud Salem bows-her conscious turrets quake; The deep foundations of the temple shake; Above their banks the’ affrighted waters flow; Blue flames athwart the flashing ether glow; Hoarse peals in loud redoubled roll resound, Roar the reechoing caverns-rocks the groundNod the high mountain tops, and tremble all · around !
REV. H. MOORE.
MOSES VIEWING THE PROMISED
And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the moun. tains of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord showed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan, and all Naphtali, and the land of Ephraim and Manasseh, and all the land of Judab nto the atmost Sea; and the south, and the plain of the valley of Jericho, the city of Palm Trees onto Zoar. And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware anto Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, saying. I will give it onto thy seed: I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, bat thou shalt not go over thither. DEUT. xxxiv. 144.
As some poor pilgrim, long condemned to roam,
power Calls man to life, and marks his destined hour, Long doomed to wander on the thirsty waste, Long doomed to toil beneath the scorching blast, To Pisgah's top the holy seer withdrew, And Canaan's glories burst upon his view. High on a mount he stood, whose awful brow Frowned in dark pompo'er Jordan's streams below;
• This poem is atrtibuted to C. Grant, Esq. author of the prize poem on the Restoration of Learning in the East.
Whose far horizon marks the distant land,
Through the wide realm, what scenes of wonder
main, From his rapt bosom burst the' impassion'd strain• Is this the region? this the place of rest ? Hail, happy land, a land supremely bless'd! Twice twenty times has Egypt learn’d to smile, Enrich'd with plenty from the stores of Nile, Since the proud main in billowy ramparts stood, And crystal bulwarks stay'd the rolling flood. Twice twenty summers have I toil'd to gain This blissful prospect, nor have toil'd in vain. Each morn renew'd the visionary theme, And Canaan's glories rose in every dream. Now send me, Heaven, the message of release, My eyes behold them, and shall close in peace. In safety here shall Israel's sons recline *, Tend the rich flock, and prune the clustering vine; His heavens shall shower their bounteous gifts
around, And golden harvests bless the verdant ground. Here blooms the land of Palm Trees t, grateful soil; There groaning presses flow with streams of oil;
* Deut. xxxiii. 28. + Deut. xxxiv. 4.
Whilst flowery Carmel lifts his summits high,
He spoke and paused : for now celestial light
In vain the mother clasps her tender care,
Stern indignation fired the prophet's eye, And his rent bosom heaved the labouring sigh. "Ah, fools! and blind in heart! can deeds of
blood Invite the smile or stay the bolts of God? Say, shall the mutter'd spell, the midnight charm Unnerve the vigour of Jehovah's arm?
* Josh, xv. and xvii.