From the Recorder and 1eiegrapA.


JUDAHtS LYRE,
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BY I3abel's cold and cherries food
Were heard the strains Of Judah's Lyre,
Now rising TO the throne of God,-
Now family signing through the air,
Just like the lamps unsteady light,
Which oft we've seen when near expiring,
Bursting, one moment, on the sight,
Then slow and lustreless retiring.
1t was the thought of other days,
Which tuned its strings 50 shrill and high
That thousands, raptured by its lays,
Forgot that evening robed the sky.
Fond memory dwelt on scenes Of bliss,
And hopes that were to them endearing,
And oft there came, and numberess,
A thousand thoughts the bosom cheering.
Bright scenes, which long before had past,
Came floating on to fill the mind
With fancied joys that could not last,
But which would leave sting behind,
Their splendid temple rose to view,
With spires above the clouds ascending
Mount Zion lit her fires anew,
And incense was with azure blending
But all the sorrows of despair
Soon changed the aninating lay:
And tears flowed fast, as in the air
The trembling music died away
They sang OF joys that now are Ger
Of days and hours of peace Departed
Of homes which they must see no more
OF sufferings from the cruel hearted,
And when the soft and paintve strain
Floated along Rakama's wave,
The zephyr's breath was hushed again,
And all was silent as the grave.
So feryent was the lifted Sigh
So humble and so pure the feeling,
That herald angels, passing by,
Drew silent near--their forms concealng.
Sudden, a holy bard anew


Rapt into future years-began,
While DER the Tyre his fingers flew
And through the choir his feryor ran.
"Israel," he sang, thy night is o'er,
The visions of my mind are cheering;
Thy sons shall sigh in chains 10 more,
sec the flush Of morn appearing.
Wake Judah from the dreams Of night,
Behold glorious sun arise


1see--l feel its cheering light,


Bursting upon my ravshed eyesG'
He ceased-a thousand harps were strung
TO sound the freedom Of their nation;
To heaven the sacred peans rung,
For heaven had purchased their salvation.
Sweet Tyre of Judah breathe again
Thy plantive sigh DER Zion's fall,
Aud let thy soft and flowing strain
The scenes of other times recall.


Then wake the triumphs of thy lay,
And cheer the pensiveness of even!
The bushes of a brighter day


Are kinding in the Orient Heaven.