MILLENNIUM. 1 But who shall see the glorious day When pain shall cease, and every tear 2 Then Judah! thou no more shalt mourn Thy days of splendour shall return, The fount of life shall then be quaff'd, And ev'ry wind that blows shall waft MOORE. THE BEACON. 1 The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, Than if day in its pride had array'd it; The land-breeze blew mild, and the azurearch'd sky Look'd pure as the spirit that made it. 2 The murmur rose soft as I silently gaz'd On the shadowy waves' playful motion; From the dim distant isle till the beaconfire blaz❜d, Like a star in the midst of the ocean. 3 No longer the joy of the sailor-boy's breast Was heard in his wildly-breath'd numbers; The sea-bird has flown to her wave-girdled nest, The fisherman sunk to his slumbers. 4 I sigh'd as I look'd from the hill's gentle slope; All hush'd was the billows' commotion: And I thought that the beacon look'd lovely as hope, That star of life's tremulous ocean. 5 The time is long past, and the scene is afar, Yet, when my head rests on its pillow, Will memory sometimes rekindle the star That blaz❜d on the breast of the billow. 6 In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies, And death stills the heart's last emotion, O then may the seraph of mercy arise, Like a star on eternity's ocean. DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM. 1 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel!- MOORE. Where are the dews that fed thee On Etham's barren shore? 2 Lord, thou didst love Jerusalem! 3 Then sunk the star of Solyma, 4" Go," said the Lord, "ye conquerors! 5 But soon shall other pictur'd scenes In brighter vision rise, When Zion's sun shall sevenfold shine And on her mountains beauteous stand, The messengers of peace: "Salvation by the Lord's right hand!” MOORE. PLEASURE NOT FOUND IN THE WORLD. 1 In search of enjoyment I wander'd in vain, With a void in my bosom that nothing could fill ; For mirth's gayest smile was succeeded by pain, And the sweet cup of pleasure prov'd bitterness still. The young days of fancy roll'd rapidly by, And I shrunk with dismay from the future's dark gloom, Where the clay-fetter'd spirit must mourn till it die, And man has no rest but the rest of the tomb. 2 And yet I have revell'd in hope's fairy dream, And tasted the raptures of love's purest bliss: Delusive are both, though alluring they seem, Like vapours that gleam o'er a hidden abyss. The proud thirst of glory was mine from my birth, But what can this world to ambition display, Which grasps at the skies, but is bounded by earth A spirit of fire in a prison of clay ? 3 And now I have heard of a nobler renown, A kingdom unfading, a glory divine; But the humble alone shall inherit the crown, And how shall that kingdom of glory be mine? Let my strength turn to weakness, my honour to shame, The reproach of the cross be my EARTH- All, all shall be welcome for one blessed name, The lowly disciple of Jesus the Lord. DALE. THE SAVIOUR WEEPING OVER JERUSALEM. 1 O Salem! who, in proud disdain, And soon, the cup of guilt to drain, How had my love thy children blest, And led them to eternal rest; |