Vol. No. 81.
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Of the West in their mail;
And my soul loves the standard


They spread to the gale.
>, Stay, vision of splendour!


On Jordan's rich marge
They rush to the battle,


Earth shakes with their charg,
Like lightning the blaze


From their panoply springs;
l see the gold helms


And crown'd banners of kings
"Yet evil still smites thee,


Thou daughter of tears!
No trophy is thine


In the strife of the spears.
The stately Crusader


And Saracen lord,
But give thee the choice


vi the chain or the sword.
Again all is silence!


The long grass has grown
Where the crossbearer sleeps


In his rich-sculptur'd stone;
And the land trod by prophet


And chanted by bard,
Is left to the foot


Ofthe wolf and the pard.
"But who ride the whirlwind!


The drinkers of blood!
From the summit of Lebanon


Rushes the flood;
IT'S the Turcoman ravening


For slaughter and spoil:
On, helpless gazelle!


Thou art now in the toll.
King of kings! on our neck


Sits the slave of a slave,
AS wild as his mountains,


AS cold as our grave.
All his sceptre the scourge,


All our freedom his will;
Yet thy children must linger-


Must agonize still.
Fly swift, ye dark years!


Still the savage is there
The tiger of nations


Is couch'd in his lair.
The field is thicket,


The city heap,
And Israel on earth


Can but wander and weep.
King Of kings! shall she die!


Hark! a trumpet affair."
1t thrills through my soul,


Yet no trumpet of war.
! hear the deep trampling


OF millions of feet;
And the shoutings Of millions,


Yet solemn and sweet.
"Now-the voices of thunders


Are rolling on high;
The pomp has began,


The redemption is nigh.
! see thy crowned fathers,


Thy prophets of fire,
And the martyrs, whose souls


Shot to heaven from the pyre.
"Who comes in his glory,


Pavilion'd in cloud'
Judah, cast off thy shame!


Israel, spring from thy shroud
Thy king has avenged thee


He comes to his own,
With earth for his empire,


But Zion his THRoNE!"


MORNING STA