POETRY.

FrOm the! !Ns,O- Fork SEOrming COuSier. HEBREW.--JosHUA vi. 5.
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HEBREW.-J0sHUA vi. 5. Oh, proud was thy battle-cry, Israel, given, When gather'd thy host by the banner of Heaven. Like the sweep of dark KedrOn, the roll oftheir tide, When bands thy chosen went forth in their pride Hark hark to the trumpet-Ibe echo from far, The leader of princes-he speedsto the war; His arm is thy resting, his breath is thy sword, And nations shall faint at the voice of his word. Let the cheer of the foe oer their batcments lOwer Ye shrOud by the night-sar the pride of their power All bright in the sunbeam their triumphs may wave, Tomorrow that glory is cold in the grave. When peal'd the wild shout to the blue manlled sky, How the foemau shrunk back he IIeardit pass by The torches grew pale in the halls of their m!rth, And turret and battIement crumbled 10 earth! Oh where is the narne ike thine, mighty in story, The Lord with thy triumphs has blinded his glory; Then ift the dark eye to the azure that's oer ye, And rush for the chapIets that brighten before ye. NORMA.