When Night, with wings of starry gloom, When youthful Spring around us breathes, THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. BEETHOVEN.) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies, 1 1 Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies But high she shoots through air and light, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, So grant me, GOD, from every care Aloft, through Virtue's purer air, To hold my course to Thee! 'The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined. No sin to cloud, no lure to stay FALLEN IS THY THRONE. (AIR. MARTINI.) FALL'N is thy throne, O Israel! Thy children weep in chains. That fire from Heaven which led thee, LORD! thou didst love Jerusalem — Till evil came, and blighted Thy long-lov'd olive tree; 3 And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee. "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."-Jeremiah, xii. 7. * "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory."-Jer. xiv. 21. "The Lord called thy name a green olive-tree; fair, and of goodly fruit," &c.— Jer. xi. 16. Then sunk the star of Solyma — "Go" - said the LORD "Ye Conquerors! WHO is the Maid my spirit seeks, Through cold reproof and slander's blight? 1 "For he shall be like the heath in the desert.". Jer. xvii. 6. 2 "Take away her battlements; for they are not the Lord's." Jer. v. 10. 3.66 Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the Lord, that it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place." Jer. vii. 32. These lines were suggested by a passage in one of St. Jerome's Has she Love's roses on her cheeks? Is hers an eye of this world's light? No wan and sunk with midnight prayer Are the pale looks of her I love; Or if, at times, a light be there, Its beam is kindled from above. I chose not her, my heart's elect, From those who seek their Maker's shrine Not so the faded form I prize And love, because its bloom is gone; Is all the grace her brow puts on. In holy lustre wastes away. Letters, replying to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated respecting his intimacy with the matron Paula : "Numquid me vestes sericæ, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio ? Nulla fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene cæcata.". Epist. "Si tibi putem." 1 Ου γαρ κρυσοφορειν την δακρυουσαν δει. Epist. ad Tim. Chrysost. Homil. 8. in THIS WORLD IS ALL A FLEETING SHOW. (AIR. — STEVENSON.) THIS world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of Joy, the tears of Woe, There's nothing true, but Heaven! And false the light on Glory's plume, And Love and Hope, and Beauty's bloom, Poor wand'rers of a stormy day! There's nothing calm, but Heaven! OH, THOU! WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR. (AIR. - HAYDN.) "IIe healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." Psalm cxlvii. 3. OH, Thou! who dry'st the mourner's tear, How dark this world would be, If, when deceiv'd and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee! The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes, are flown; |