Then shall the desart lift her voice,

The palm branch bend to kiss the breeze, The wilderness, in songs rejoice,

And lovely garlands deck her trees;

Her glory bright as Lebanon,

When blazing 'neath a mid-day sun.

Then feeble knees shall sturdy grow,

And fearful hearts in faith be strong,

On sightless eyeballs light shall flow,

And tongues, once mute, burst forth in song:

The lame man bound, on limbs restor❜d;

The deaf man hear and bless the Lord!

Where scorching heats parch up the plain,
And weary wand'rers faint and die,
The limpid spring shall gush again,
And dew upon the herbage lie.
No fiery dragon make his lair,

Or ever to those haunts repair.

As sweet this vision to my sight,
As genial to my parting soul,
As dewy Eve's retiring light,

Beneath the dog-star's fierce controul: But Life's last flick'ring beam decays, And gathering thoughts obscure its rays.

Fair Zabulon, beside the sea,

Where gallant vessels safely ride, Shall spread his sails in commerce free, And o'er the tideless ocean glide;

No dashing surge, nor billows roar,
May chorus round his peaceful shore.

But Issachar―thy doom to trace, Benumbs my small remaining pow'r, Unworthy offspring of my race!

How shall I tell thy coming hour? In pleasant lands contented thou,

Though iron bondage gird thy brow.

In vain! shall future boasters say,

"From Abram we our freedom hold." Hence! hated phantom! hence! away! Ere yet my ebbing life grows cold. Ah!-onward in the roll of years, Another spectre still appears.

Dan is a serpent in the way;

An adder fierce whom none may trust;

Who makes the flying steed his prey,
And hurls the rider in the dust:
But yet-and glorious is the word-
My soul shall see Salvation's Lord!

Gad yields at first, and fearful flies Before the thronging warrior bands, But, stronger grown, his triumphs rise; Unnumber'd vict'ries fill his hands. His marshall'd hosts, in bright array,

Their conqu'ring spoilers turn to prey.

For Asher royal dainties spread,

And fields of waving corn extend;

The clust'ring vine-branch binds his head,
And o'er his feet the rich sheaves bend.
"Till length of years and hoary age,
Shall sweetly close his mortal page.

A hind let loose is Naphtali,

With flocks in fold and steer in stall,

On Jordan's banks to wander free;
He giveth goodly words to all:
Soft as the snow his thoughts descend;
And charmed nations list'ning bend.

Now waving o'er my dying dream,

Like Alpine shrub on mountain's brow,

I see a branch, beside a stream

Where, living waters, gently flow:

In vain! the archer draws his string

For Joseph's God is Israel's king.

Benoni as a wolf shall stray,

And in the forest pant and toil;
With morning couch before the prey;
At eventide divide the spoil,-
But while I speak the vision flies--
The woof is done-and Israel dies.

THE BROKEN LAW.

"And it came to pass, as soon as he came nigh unto the camp, that he saw the calf, and the dancing; and Moses' anger waxed hot, and he cast the tables out of his hands, and brake them beneath the mount."Exodus xxxii. 19.

NO MORTAL EYE could live and see
The glories of Infinity-

When Moses pierc'd the veiling cloud,
Where UNCREated wonders shroud,
He found, on Sinai's mountain set,

A flame, alone, his vision met;
So glorious, so supremely bright!
The prophet shone in dazzling light,