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HOW LIGHTLY MOUNTS THE MUSE'S WING.
TJOW lightly mounts the Muse's wing
Whose theme is in the skies —
Though Love his magic lyre may tune,
Were plucked beneath pale Passion's moon,
How purer far the sacred lute,
Round which Devotion ties
And palm that never dies.
Though War's high-sounding harp may be
Alas, his chords of victory
Are wet all o'er with human tears.
How far more sweet their numbers run
Who hymn, like saints above, No victor, but th' Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!
GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.
HO forth to the Mount — bring the olive-branch
home, * And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! From that time, when the moon upon Ajalon's vale,t
Looking motionless down, saw the kings of the earth, J In the presence of God's mighty Champion grow pale,
0 never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount—bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
Bring myrtle and palm—bring the boughs of each tree That is worthy to wave o'er the tents of the Free !§ From that day, when the footsteps of Israel shone With a light hot their own, through' the Jordan's deep tide,
* And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying. Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olivebranches, etc. etc. Nehemiah viii: 15.
t For since the days of Joshua the son of Nun, unto that day, had not the children of Israel done so: and there was very great gladness. Nehemiah viii: 17.
t Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon ; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon. Joshua x: 12.
§ Fetch olive-branches, and pine-branches, and myrtle-branches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths. Nehemiah viii: 15.
Whose waters shrunk back as the Ark glided on—t
0 never had Judah an hour of such pride! Go forth to the Mount—bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!
IS IT NOT SWEET TO THINK.
TS it not sweet to think, hereafter,
When the Spirit leaves this sphere,
Hearts, from which 't was death to sever,
There, as warm, as bright as ever,
When wearily we wander, asking
Beneath whose smile we once lay basking —
Hope still lifts her radiant finger
t And the priests that bare the ark of the covenant of the Lord stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground. Joshua iii: 17.
Upon whose portal yet they linger,
Alas ! alas ! doth Hope deceive us?
Shall friendship, love, shall all those ties That hind a moment, and then leave us,
Be found again where nothing dies?
O, if no other boon were given,
To keep our hearts from wrong and stain, Who would not try to win a Heaven
Where all we love shall live again?
WAR AGAINST BABYLON.
"WAR against Babylon !" shout we around,*
Be our banners through earth unfurled; Rise up, ye nations, ye kings, at the sound — t
"War against Babylon!" shout through the world! O thou, that dwellest on many waters,!
Thy day of pride is ended now;
Breaks, like a thunder-cloud, over thy brow!
* Shout against her round about. Jeremiah i: 15.
t Set up a standard in the land, blow the trumpet among the nations, prepare the nations against her, call together against her the kingdoms, etc. etc. Jeremiah li: 27.
t O thou, that dwellest upon many waters, thy end \s come Jebemiah li: 13. S 2
Make bright the arrows, and gather the shields,^
Set the standard of God on high — Swarm we, like locusts, o'er all her fields,
'Zion' our watchword, and 'Vengeance' our cry! Woe ! woe !—the time of thy visitation*
Is come, proud Land, thy doom is cast —
Sweeps o'er thy guilty head, at last!
§ Make bright the arrows; gather the shields .... set up the standard upon the walls of Babylon. Jeremiah li.
* Woe unto them! for their day is come, the time of their visitation. Jeremiah li.