VERSES, IN MEMORY OF MR. W. K. L. OF MASSACHUSETTS, WHO DIED ON THE COAST OF AFRICA, 1820, AGED 29. To him by tempests driven, Friend of my youth, adieu! Thou slumberest where no more The weary are oppressed; The storm with thee is o'er, And tranquil is thy rest. Snatched from the angry billow, When death stood near, wast thou:* * He had been recently shipwrecked. No mother sorrowed o'er thee, No father gave the tear; No sister to deplore thee, Or deck thy lonely bier. The Siroc sweeps thy grave; Yet hallowed be thy slumbers, And softly breathe the numbers That consecrate thy urn. Thy heart, by fate severe, Friend of my youth, adieu! Where tears are found no more. MISSION TO JERUSALEM. A MISSION HAS BEEN SENT FROM AMERICA TO JERUSALEM. AFTER AGES OF DARKNESS, The light oF THE GOSPEL IS ABOUT TO RE-ILLUMINE THE SHORES OF PALESTINE. LONG hath the crescent's glittering sign, On Salem's temple shone, Long hath Jehovah's awful shrine, Stood desolate and lone. The tents of Midian tribes unblest, The wanderer's foot hath rudely prest The soil where Jesus bled. But Shiloh comes to bless the land, And Israel's tribes restore; Lo, Edom, with Assyria's band, On Calvary shall adore. Fair Lebanon shall hear his voice, No more shall Zion's daughter mourn, JEHOVAH shall her walls adorn, And bring his ransomed nigh.* *And the ransomed of the Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs; and sorrow and sighing shall flee away. ISAIAH. FAIR IS THE SCENE. FAIR is the scene when the mists of the morning, Splendid the pomp when the glad beam advancing, Chaste is the ray when the night star is gleaming, Mild is the halo when Cynthia beaming, Dear are these charms, and this bosom will ever |