Of faith, of hope, of judgment, in a world To come-of light and life beyond the grave. The tidings of salvation. Hark! the sound And rays of morn, shall leave his Delphian shrine, The day-spring of Heav'n's purer light hath reach'd IMPERIAL ROME: the Tyrant,‡ on his throne, Starts at his voice, the famish'd lion springs And crashes the pale martyr at his feet, * Philippi and Thessalonica, in Macedonia. + Grecian Apollo. Nero. While the vast Amphitheatre is hush'd, And not a sound heard through the multitude, The moment it is heard-from the still throng Shuddering; the blood streams from the lion's beard Whilst that vast, breathless amphitheatre Blacken'd and half-consum'd appears;-not these, Farther, and farther yet, the light is spread :* * See that most interesting chapter in Iræneus, descriptive of And THOU hast liv'd to see this gospel-dawn Kindling from Asia, like a beacon flame Thro' darkness-Oh! more cheering than the morn, With all its lovely hues, on sea, or shore, As now it shines around us. John replied "Teacher of wisdom, or from heav'n or earth, "We know that Paul, our brother in the faith, "Proclaim'd the tidings of HIM CRUCIFIED "From Rome to Spain; but PAUL is in his grave: "Soon must I follow him, and be at rest: "Who then shall bear these tidings of great joy, "To all the people of all lands?" STRANGER. That BOOK, Which the Lamb open'd-as a "flying roll," the progress of the Gospel to the Celts, and to the "extre"mities of the earth." Angels of Light shall bear, with wings unseen, From shore to shore; and thus, tho' Paul be dead, He still shall speak, and millions, yet unborn, Shall bless the boon. THOU shalt reveal the things Which thou hast seen, but that same book, which none In heav'n or earth could open, but the Lamb, None but the Lamb shall close: Awake! awake! Ye, who now slumber in the shades of death. Yes! ev'ry nation shall confess the Lord; Till all shall be fulfill'd, and there shall be, Thro' the wide world "6 ONE SHEPHERD AND ONE "FOLD." For deem not this small frith, call'd "the great sea,' That girds yon promontories, girds the world— Without is the great ocean-the main sea, * Mediterranean. E Ten thousand isles are scatter'd o'er the waste Of those dark waters; and each isle and landALL EARTH-shall be one altar, and from earth To heav'n, one flame of incense, and one voice Of pray'r, and praise, and harmony shall rise! So these two held communion on the shore As of a griding chain was heard, and lo! Of the old man: "God has been kind to me,' He cried, and hid his forehead with his hands. "Oh! listen to my tale, and pray for me. ""Twas when the Roman centinel, who pac'd "The platform of the dungeon where we slept, "Had call'd the midnight watch, and overhead "Bright Aldebaran held his course in heav'n, "West'ring o'er yonder Cape-I wak'd, and mus’d "On my eventful life. |