A PROSPECT OF THE RESURRECTION.

How long shall death, the tyrant, reign

And triumph o'er the just,

While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?

When shall the tedious night be gone?
When will our Lord appear?

Our fond desires would pray him down,
Our love embrace him here.

Let faith arise, and climb the hills,
And from afar descry

How distant are his chariot wheels,
And tell how fast they fly.

Lo, I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of heaven appears,
The sweet immortal morning spreads
Its blushes round the spheres.

I see the Lord of Glory come,
And flaming guards around;
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.

I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise!”
And lo, the graves obey,

And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute the expected day.

They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the middle air,

In shining garments meet their King,
And low adore him there.

O may my humble spirit stand
Amongst them, cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right-hand
Is infinite delight.

How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King

Shall bear us homeward through the skies
On love's triumphant wing!

AD DOMINUM NOSTRUM ET SERVATOREM, JESUM CHRISTUM.

ODA.

TE, grande numen, corporis incola,
Te, magna magni progenies Patris,
Nomen verendum nostri Iesu,

Vox, citharæ, calami sonabunt.

Aptentur auro grandisonæ fides,

Christi triumphos incipe, barbite,

Fractosque terrores Averni,

Victum Erebum domitamque Mortem.

Immensa vastos sæcula circulos

Volvere, blando dum patris in sinu

Toto fruebatur Jehovah,

Gaudia mille bibens Iesus :

Donec superno vidit ab æthere
Adam cadentem, Tartara hiantia,
Unaque mergendos ruina

Heu! nimium miseros nepotes.

Vidit minaces vindicis angeli
Ignes et ensem, telaque sanguine
Tingenda nostro, dum rapina

Spe fremuere Erebæa monstra.

Commota sacras viscera protinus
Sensere flammas, omnipotens furor
Ebullit, immensique amoris
Ethereum calet igne pectus.

"Non tota prorsus gens hominum dabit Hosti triumphos. Quid Patris et labor Dulcisque imago? num peribunt

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Funditus? O prius astra cæcis

Mergantur undis, et redeat chaos! Aut ipse disperdam Satanæ dolos, Aut ipse disperdar, et isti

Sceptra dabo moderanda dextræ:

"Testor paternum numen, et hoc caput Equale testor." Dixit; et ætheris

Inclinat ingens culmen, alto

Desiliitque ruens Olympo.

Mortale corpus impiger induit
Artusque nostros, heu! tenues nimis

Nimisque viles, vindicique

Corda dedit fodienda ferro,

Vitamque morti. Proh dolor! O graves Tonantis iræ! O lex satis aspera,

Mercesque peccati severa

Adamici, vetitique fructus

Non pœna lenis! Quo ruis, impotens,
Quo, Musa, largas fundere lachrymas,
Bustique divini triumphos
Sacrilego temerare fletu!

Sepone questus, læta Deum cane
Majore chorda. Psalle sonorius
Ut ferreas Mortis cavernas

Et rigidam penetravit aulam.

Sensere numen regna feralia,
Mugit barathrum, contremuit chaos,
Dirum fremebat rex Gehennæ,
Perque suum tremebundus Orcum

Late refugit. "Nil agis, impie!
Mergat vel imis te Phlegethon vadis,
Hoc findet undas fulmen," inquit,
Et patrios jaculatus ignes,

Trajecit hostem. Nigra silentia
Umbræque flammas æthereas pavent

Dudum perosæ, ex quo corusco
Præcipites cecidere cœlo.