POETRY. Written for the Monthly Repository, and Library of Entertaining Knowledge, BY MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY. 1 HEARD A VOICE FROM HEAVEN, SAYING COME UP HITHER. Ye have a land of mist and shade, Where spectres roam at will, Dense clouds your mountain cliffs pervade, And damps your valleys chill; But ne'er has midnight's wing of wo Eclips'd our changeless ray, Doubt, like the Bohun-Upas spreads When Love her home would make Come hither," -rise to our embrace, "Twas thus, methought, at twilight's hour Like dews upon the drooping flower When droughts of summer frown, How richly o'er the ambient air Swell'd out the music free, Oh! when the pangs of Death I bear, Written for the Monthly Repository and Library of Entertaining Knowledge, BY REV. JOSEPH RUSLING. REMEMBER ME WHEN THOU COMEST INTO THY KINGDOM. Jesus permit a feeble worm The visions of thy face to see; And while in life's conflicting storm, Remember me. They heard his words with scorn, and cried, "Is this not Joseph's son? And whence hath he the wondrous power to be some mighty one? Are not his brethren here with us, and who hath ever seen The day a noble deed was done by servile Nazarene ?” The humble sufferer bowed his head, and passing through the crowd, With patience saw their scornful smiles, and heard their tauntings loud; He saw the ox returning to his owner's nightly shed, But found no friendly dwelling there to rest his weary head. He passed along where Cedron's brook divides the humble vale, Hark! heard ye not the dreadful cry that rent the yielding air? And saw ye not the gathering gloom on faces of despair? And mark ye not the astonished dead, slow-bursting from their graves, Beneath whose feet the kindling earth heaves high like rolling waves! And who is he on yon white horse, whose eyes are eyes of flame? CHANGES. The billows run along in gold And when upon the shore unrolled, They get themselves a different form, Life's billows on life's changing sea, All water courses find the main; Life hath its range eternally, Like water, changing forms; The mists go upward from the sea, The dew and rain came down again, To 'fresh the drooping land; So doth this life exalt and wane, And, alter, and expand. |