Her terror-stricken ear rejoicing raise That we may keep thy law and find thy fold, Ere in the desolate city of the dead We make our tenement, while earth doth blot Our history from the record of mankind. LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY. REBECCA'S HYMN. WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, The cloudy pillar glided slow; Returned the fiery column's glow. There rose the choral hymn of praise, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; BETHLEHEM AND GOLGOTHA. "Er ist in Bethlehem geboren." The city of Shiraz, already referred to on page 158, lies in a Persian valley of surpassing loveliness, at an elevation of forty-five hundred feet above the sea. For five centuries it was a centre of science, art, and literature, and was noted for the splendor of its buildings, as well as for the beauty of its groves, vineyards, and gardens of roses. The Caaba (AlKaaba, square house) is a stone building in the mosque of Mecca, enclosing a black stone of an irregular oval shape, about seven inches in diameter, which, before the time of Mohammed, received idolatrous worship from the Arabians, and is still their most sacred object of veneration. Many thousands of pilgrims visit it every year. Every true Mohammedan feels bound to see this stone once if possible. Away, ye pyramids, whose bases Lie shrouded in Egyptian gloom! Eternal graves! no resting-places, Where hope immortal gilds the tomb. Ye sphinxes, vain was your endeavor To solve life's riddle, dark forever, Until the answer came with awe Look up! To you life comes from far, Thou Caaba, half the world, benighted, O Thou who, in a manger lying, The world to God hast reconciled! Proud kings, to worship One descended From humble shepherds, thither came; And nations to the cross have wended, As pilgrims, to adore his name. By war's fierce tempest rudely battered, Oh, let us not with mailed legions, But with the spirit, take the field, To win again those holy regions, As Christ compelled the world to yield! Let rays of light, on all sides streaming, Dart onward, like apostles gleaming, Till all mankind their light shall draw From Bethlehem and Golgotha! With staff and hat, the scallop wearing, The far-off East I journeyed through; And homeward, now, a pilgrim bearing This message, I have come to you: Go not with hat and staff to wander Beside God's grave and cradle yonder; Look inward, and behold with awe His Bethlehem and Golgotha. O heart! what profits all thy kneeling, Where once he laid his infant head, To view with an enraptured feeling His grave, long empty of its dead? To have him born in thee with power, To die to earth and sin each hour, And live to him, this only, ah! Is Bethlehem and Golgotha. Translated from the German of RÜCKERT, by THOMAS C. PORTER, 1868. PAUL. SAMUEL JOHNSON, author and clergyman, was born in Sa em, Mass., Oct. 10, 1822, and graduated at Harvard College in 1842. He compiled a book of hymns with the Rev. Samuel Longfellow in 1846, and has published elabo rate works on the religions of India (1872) and China (1879). THE Will Divine that woke a waiting time, With desert cry and Calvary's cross sublime, Had equal need on thee its power to prove, Thou soul of passionate zeal and tenderest love! As to thy last Apostle's heart So teach us on thy shrine to lay And as each mild and winning note So as we walk our earthly round, ST. JOHN. ST. JOHN, wandering over the face of the Earth. And groan with the rust and the weight, That hath fallen to decay; The life of man is a gleam Of light, that comes and goes Through forests and level lands, Over rocks, and shallows, and sands What, then! doth Charity fail? Is Faith of no avail? Is Hope blown out like a light The words, and from whom they came, And Him evermore I behold Through the cornfield's waving gold, From all vain pomps and shows, 1872. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. ST. JOHN. "Verbum Dei, Deo natum." From one of the loftiest Latin poems of the Middle Ages, by an unknown poet, probably trained in the school of Adam of St. Victor. THE Word of God, the Eternal Son, With God, the Uncreated, One, Came down to earth from heaven; To see him, handle him, and show His heavenly life to men below, To holy John was given. Among those four primeval streams Whose living fount in Eden gleams, John's record true is known; To all the world he poureth forth The nectar pure of priceless worth That flows from out the throne. Beyond the heavens he soared, nor failed, To see our true Sun's grace; He looked and saw God's face. He heard where songs and harps resound, And four and twenty elders round Sing hymns of praise and joy ; The impress of the One in Three, With print so clear that all may see, He stamped on earth's alloy. As eagle winging loftiest flight Where never seer's or prophet's sight Had pierced the ethereal vast, Pure beyond human purity, He scanned, with still undazzled eye, The future and the past. The Bridegroom, clad in garments red, Home to his palace hies; O loved one, bear, if thou canst tell Tell of the angel's food they taste, Tell of the soul's true bread unpriced, Translated by EDWARD H. PLUMPTRE |