And earth, at his footstep, was riven asunder;

The mantle of midnight had shrouded the sky,

But we knew where He stood by the flash of His eye.

O Judah! how long must thy weary ones

weep,

Far, far from the land where their forefathers sleep?

How long ere the glory that brightened the mountain

Will welcome the exile to Siloa's fountain?

MRS. JAMES GORDEN BROOKS.

THE DEATH OF SHALLUM. "But he shall die in the place whither they have led him captive, and shall see this land no more."-Jeremiah xxii: 12.

'TWAS eve, by the deep sea's swell,

In the glow of that Orient land; And the purple shadows of sunset fell, Like a dream, o'er the silver strand, But the captive monarch sighed,

For the light of a distant climeAnd his heart beat high, like a restless tide

At the trumpet's far-off chime,

For he thought of Israel's hallowed shore,

That beautiful land he should see no

Yea! Comfort ye my people, saith your God!

For Mercy comes to smile where blasting Vengeance trod.

O, thou dejected city! thou forsaken Land! where the Prophet's path was wont to be!

O, air, wherein the Psalmist's strings did waken,

Breathing their bold, inspirèd harmony!

Temple! where dwelt th' Eternal One! and ye,

His sad, and scattered sons! who cannot keep

The Lord's song among strangers,on the tree

Hanging your harps, while by the waters deep

Of this world's Babylon, ye, captive, sit, and weep!

Daughter of Zion! smooth thy cheek with smiles,

Put on thy beautiful garments, lift thy brow,

And shout rejoicing to the friendly isles, That thy Redeemer is thy King,-that thou,

Captive with all thy sons, no more

GOD'S DENUNCIATION AGAINST PHARAOH-HOPHRA,

OR APRIES.

[Jeremiah, xliv: 30.]

THOU beast of the flood, who hast said in thy soul,

"I have made me a stream that for ever shall roll!"*

Thy strength is the flower that shall last but a day,

And thy might is the snow in the sun's burning ray.

Arm, arm from the east, Babylonia's son!

Arm, arm for the battle-the Lord leads thee on!

With the shield of thy fame, and the power of thy pride,

Arm, arm in thy glory-the Lord is thy guide.

Thou shalt come like a storm when the moonlight is dim,

And the lake's gloomy bosom is full to the brim;

Thou shalt come like the flash in the darkness of night,

When the wolves of the forest shall howl for affright.

Woe, woe to thee, Tanis !† thy babes shall be thrown

By the barbarous hands on the cold marble-stone:

Woe, woe to thee, Nile! for thy stream shall be red

With the blood that shall gush o'er thy billowy bed!

*"Pliny's reproach to the Egyptians, for their vain and foolish pride with regard to the inundations of the Nile, points out one of their most distinguishing characteristics, and recalls to my mind a fine passage of Ezekiel, where God thus speaks to Pharaoh, one of their kings: Behold, I am against thee, Pharaoh, king of Egypt, the great dragon that lieth in the midst of his rivers, which hath said, My river is mine own, and I have made it for myself."Rollin, vol. 1, p. 216. †The Scriptural "Zoan" and "Noph."

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