BY E. W. B. CANNING.
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II. Chronicles, xviii.


os .nleudor dawneth on thy towers,


s.mara! From dome TO dome
1..ns tbe bright fash that heraldeth The sun
a1 Ills whose frowning battlements are stern
r,om ~ time and war; thy skiey tusrets' tops
Thy palaces, the pride Of Israel
And royal Ahab, and thy massy gates,
whose lofty fronts are wrought with siored brass,
an ,;(t ponpous welcome to the morn
1,ba ann Of Palestine is still below
s,bs unvaked mountains, yet the gorgeous Eas,
t;sbte,h the curtains Of her glory up
With msjesty unuiterabe. See
The emulous landscape, from the far-seen vale
OF Jordan OH TO Lebanon, lifts up
Its thousand hills TO catch the golden hues
OF heaven-born beauty as they glow beyond
There is murmur Of breaking rest
In the proud Capital, and struggling forms
Infrequent pace the ramparts-t may be
or drowsy sentinels alert again,
As the throng stirs below them, or attempts
Tn unopened portals.


Hark a brszen voice
Swells from the valley, like the clarion
That calls TO battle. Skirting all the hills,
Speeds the blithe tone, and wakes an answer up
In rock and forest, till the vale hath talked
With all its tongues, and in the businesses
Of the far dinge, faint and fainter heard,
Dies the last cullen echo. lis the trump
That breaks the bivouGc of an untold host
Thy warrior sons, o Israel! Lo their tents
Whten the green decliviGes that grid
The royal city; and the gray Of dawn
Blends the vast group into boundless field
OF snowy canvass. Summonipg the brave,
A voice hath passed from Dan 10 Beersheba:
The pride of Palestine hath hesrd-,he prince,
The valiant and the mighty, youth and strength,
And veteran age have FURNISHED shield and spear,
And bpckied on their armor ut The call
For AHAB warreth-the uncircumcised
Have scohed the high souled Hebrew-e'en en- the bles
Jehoshaphat hath sworn to help, and leagaed
His people with idolaters to fight
The naughty Syrian.


Mornings eye hath sped,
And the sun seeks the zenith. o! the sight
His splendor looks on in this favored land,
Whereon, though grieyous are its sins, the curse
OF the Almighty lingere,h TO fall
o! who, TO see the glory of It's hills,
Its streams, its pastures, and is plains where nov
maichless verdure.smes; its ancient groves;
It's cities walled, and towers OF strength its sops,
Countless as 6ocks that sport in happiness
Midst the green beauty Of the fields, could dream
The Gentile's sword should mar its gorgeousness,
And spread It's ashes to the winds of Heaven,


The mustered legions wait their leaders. There
Stand in their FURNISHED panoply the flower
Of all the tribes, their myriad numbers ranged
In hammered majesty. Above their lines,
,ka e,I,I ,t,o !.
or gathered Israel are all uufurled.
Here floats the pictured vine Of EPHRAIM,
And here DAMS serpent hisses. NaPHTALIl
Thy stag leaps almost living in the folds
That overshade thy warriors. There the wolf
OF BENJAMIN doth ravin on his field
or canvass, bounding in graphic rage
Apt emblem Of the iron who fight
Beneath the pennon. While in the hroad van
SEQ JuDAH's rampant lion roars in wrath
Wo to the foe that hears his bellowings!