From the Boston Recorder and Telegraph.
SCENES or TIE CRUClFXloN.
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The moon was shining yet The orient's brow,
sct with the morning star, was not YET dllni
Aud the deep silence which subdnes the breath
Like strong feeling hung upon we word
As sleep upon the pulses OF child.
,.rn,s ,he last watch Of night Gcthsemane,
With its bahcd leaves Of silver, seemed DIS


solved


In visible stiffness, and as Jesus vocc,
With lis bcwidcrjng swcetihs, met 1he car
OF bis disciples, it yibratcd
Like the first whisper ~ silent word
.rhey came on slowly. IIcaviness oppressed
The Sayionr's hcart-and ~hcn the kindness
or his deep love were poured, he felt the need
Of near communon--ior his glt't Of strength
Was wasted hy the spirits WEAKNESS
lie left them there and went q little on
And. in the deptl, Of that hus,d silentncss,
Alone with God, he fell upon his face,
And as lis heart was broken with the rush
0fhls surprising agony, and DEATH
Wrlng to him from dying universe,
Were mightcr than the Son OF Man could bear'
lie gave his SORROWS way, and III the deep
prostration Of his soul, breathed out the PRAYER,
"Father, If it be possible with thee,
Let this cup pass from me-" Q, how word,
Like the forced drop before the fountain breaks
stilleth the press Of human agony!
The SAVIOUR felt its quiet in his soul
And though his strength was weakness, and the


light


Which led him on till now was nearly dim,
lie breathed a new submission-"Not my "lil,
i} t thine be done o Father!" As he spoke,
Voices were heard in Heaven, and music stole
Out from the chambers of the yaulted sky,
ASH the stars were swept like instruments.
No cloud was visible, but radiant wings
Were coming with silvery rush 10 earth
And, as the Saviour rose, glorious one,
With al iilumincd forehead, and the light
Whose fountain is the mystery of God,
Encalmned within his eye, boS we'd down TO him
And neryed him with minister of strength.
Itwas enough, AMI with his god-like brow
Rewritten of his Fathers messenger,
With mcekness whose divinity is more
Than power and glory, he returned again
TO his disciples, ard awakcd their sleep,
Tor "he that should betray him was at hand.


ROY.