"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; There was not a helper in Israel that day, No arm that could save from the hostile array, I looked-but alas! there was no one to save, No hand that could snatch from the grasp of the grave! But I have arisen-arisen at length, 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- 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 bended knee, nor lifted hand, 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; Then sank the star of Solyma; Then pass'd her glory's day; Like heath that in the wilderness The wild wind whirls away. Silent and waste her bowers Where once the mighty trod, And sunk those guilty towers, WHOSE is that sword-that voice and eye of Where Baal reigned as God. No more shall her greatness be sounded in 'Tis done! Has breath'd thy trumpet blast, story No more shall her praises arise. One moment beheld her in brightness and beauty Erecting her head undefied; The Tribes at length have wept their last! 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, The lip-involuntary prayer; |