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How little yet they knew, how much was learned in vain.

For human guilt and mortal wo,

Their sympathising sorrows flow;
Their hallowed prayers ascend in incense pare ;

They mourned the narrow bounds assigned
To the keen glances of the searching mind,

They mourned the ills they could not cure,
They mourned the doubts they could not clear,
They mourned that prophet yet, nor seer,

The great Eternal had made known,
Or reached the lowest step of that immortal throne.

And oft the starry cope of heaven beneath,
When day's tumultuous sounds had ceased to breathe,

With fixed feet, as rooted there,
Through the long night they drew the chilly air ;

While sliding o'er their head,

In solemn silence dread,
The ethereal orbs their shining course pursued,
In holy trance enwrapt the sages stood,

With folded arms laid on their reverend breast,
And to that Heaven they knew, their orisons addrest.

A Star appears : they marked its kindling beam
O’er night's dark breast unusual splendours stream:

The lesser lights that deck the sky,
In wondering silence softly gliding by,

At the fair stranger seemed to gaze,
Or veiled their trembling fires, and half withdrew their rays.

The blameless men the wonder saw,
And hailed the joyful sign with pious awe;

They knew 'twas none of all the train
With which in shadowy forms and shapes uncouth,

Monsters of earth and of the main,

Remote from nature as from truth,
Their learned pens the sky had figured o'er :
No star with such kind aspect shone before ;

Nor e'er did wandering planet stoop so low
To guide benighted pilgrims through this vale of wo.

The heavenly impulse they obey,

The new-born light directs their way;
Through deserts never marked by human tread,
And billowy waves of loose unfaithful sand,
O’er many an unknown hill and foreign strand

The silver clue unerring led,
And peopled towns they pass, and glittering spires ;
No cloud could veil its light, no sun could quench its fires.

Thus passed the venerable pilgrims on,
Till Salem's stately towers before them shone,

And soon their feet her hallowed pavements prest;

Not in her marble courts to rest, -
From pomp and royal state aloof,
Their shining guide its beams withdrew;

And points their path, and points their view,
To Bethlehem's rustic cots, to Mary's lowly roof.

There the bright sentinel kept watch,
Wbile other stars arose and set;

For there, within its humble thatch,
Weakness and power, and heaven and earth were met.

Now, sages, now your search give o'er,

Believe, fall prostrate, and adore !
Here spread your spicy gifts, your golden offerings here;

No more the fond complaint renew

Of human guilt and mortal wo,
Of knowledge check'd by doubt, and hope with fear :

What angels wished to see, ye view;

What angels wished to learn, ye know ;-
Peace is proclaimed to man, and heaven begun below.

See, Mercy from her golden urn

Pours a rich stream to them that mourn!
When Jordan hushed his waters still, Behold, she binds with tender care,
And silence slept on Zion-hill;

The bleeding bosom of despair! When Bethl'hem's shepherds through the night,

He comes! to cheer the trembling heart, Watchd o'er their flocks by starry-light:- Bids Satan and his host depart;

Again the Day-star gilds the gloom,

Again the bow'rs of Eden bloom !
Hark! from the midnight hills around,
A voice of more than mortal sound,

0 Zion ! lift thy raptur'd eye, In distant hallelujahs stole,

The long-expectcd hour is nigh ; Wild murm'ring o'er the raptur'd soul.

The joys of nature rise again,

The Prince of Salem comes to reign.
Tben swift to every startled eye,
New streams of glory light the sky;
Heav'n bursts her azure pour
Her spirits to the midnight hour.


On wheels of light, on wings of flame,
The glorious hosts of Zion came;
High heav'n with songs of triumph rung
While thus they struck their harps and


BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the

Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid !
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid !

o Zion! lift thy raptur'd eye,
The long-expected hour is nigh ;
The joys of nature rise again,
The Prince of Salem comes to reign.

Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the



Angels adore him in slumber reclining,
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all!


Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Star of the morn, whose placid ray Odours of Edom, and offerings divine ? Beam'd mildly o'er yon sacred hill, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the While whisp’ring zephyrs seem'd to say, ocean,

As silence slept and earth was still, Myrrh of the forest, or gold from the mine? Hail, harbinger of gospel light !

Dispel the shades of nature's night! Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; Vainly with gifts would his favour secure : I saw thee rise on Salem's tow'rs, Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; I saw thee shine on gospel lands, Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. And Gabriel summon'd all his puw'rs,

And waked to ecstacy his bands; BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the

Sweet cherubs hail'd thy rising ray,

And sang the dawn of gospel day!
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid !
Star of the East, the horizon adorning,

Shine, lovely star! on ev'ry clime,
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid !

For bright thy peerless beauties be;
Gild with thy beam the wing of time,

And shed thy rays from sea to sea;

Then shall the world from darkness rise, H. K. WHITE.

Millennial glories cheer our eyes !
WHEN marshalld on the nightly plain,

The glittering host bestud the sky;
One Star alone, of all the train,
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye.


MILTON. Hark! hark! to God the chorus breaks,

From every host, from every gem; Ye flaming powers, and winged warriors But one alone the Saviour speaks,

bright, It is the Star of Bethlehem.

That erst with music, and triumphant song,

First heard by happy, watchful shepherd's Once on the raging seas I rode,

ear, The storm was loud,--the night was dark, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along The ocean yawn'd--and rudely bluw'd Through the soft silence of the listening night; The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Now mourn; and, if sad share with us to

bear Deep horror then my vitals froze,

Your fiery essence can distil no tear, Death-struck, I ceas'd the tide to stem; Burn in your sighs, and borrow When suddenly a star arose;

Seas wept from our deep sorrow : It was the Star of Bethlehem.

He, who with all heaven's heraldry whilere

Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us easeo It was my guide, my light, my all,

Alas, how soon our sin
It bade my dark forebodings cease ; Sore doth begin
And through the storm and dangers' thrall, His infancy to seize !
It led me to the port of peace.

O more exceeding love, or law more just ?

Just law indeed, but more exceeding love ! Now safely moor'd-my perils o'er, For we, by rightful doom remediless, I'll sing, first in night's diadem,

Were lost in death, till he, that dwelt above, For ever and for evermore,

High-throned in secret bliss, for us frail dust The Star--the Star of Bethlehem ! Emptied his glory, even to nakedness ;

And that great covenant which we still

Entirely satisfied ;
And the fall wrath beside
Of vengeful justice bore for our excess;
And seals obedience first, with wounding

This day; but, 0! ere long,
Huge pangs and strong

Will pierce more near his heart.



ABAsh'd be all the boast of Age!

Be hoary Learning dumb! Expounder of the mystic page,

Behold an Infant come!

Our Saviour meek, and with untroubled

After his airy jaunt, tho' burried sore,
Hungry and cold betook him to his rest,
Wherever, uuder some concourse of shades
Whose branching arms thick intertwin'd

might shield,
From dews and damps of night, his shelter'd

head, But shelter'd slept in vain ; for at his head, The tempter watch'd, and soon with ugly

dreams Disturb’d his sleep; and either tropic now 'Gan thunder, and both ends of heaven the

From many a horrid rift abortive pour'd
Fierce rain with lightning mixt, water with

In ruin reconcil'd : Nor slept the winds
Within their stony caves, but rush'd abroad
From the four hinges of the world, and fell
On the vexed wilderness, whose tallest pines,
Tho'rooted deep as high, and sturdiest oaks
Bow'd their stiff necks, loaden with stormy

Or torn up sbeer : Ill wast thou shrouded

O patient son of God, yet only stood'st
Unshaken ; nor yet staid the terror there,
Infernal ghosts, and bellish furies, round
Environ'd thee, some howl'd, some yell’d,

some sbriek'd,
Some bent at thee their fiery darts; while

thou Satst unappallid in calm and sinless peace.

Oh Wisdom, whose unfading power

Beside th’ Eternal stood,
To frame, in nature's earliest hour,

The land, the sky, the flooil;

Yet didst not Thon disdain awhile

An infant form to wear ;
To bless thy mother with a smile,

And lisp thy falter'd prayer.

But, in thy father's own abode,

With Israel's elders round, Conversing bigh with Israel's God,

Thy chiefest joy was found.

So may our youth adore Thy name !

And, Saviour, deign to bless
With fostering grace the timid fame

Oj early holiness!

Thus pass'd the night so foul, till morning

Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray;
Who with her radiant tingers still’d the roar
Of thunder, chas'd the clouds, and laid the

And grisly spectres, which the fiend had

rais d To tempt the son of God with terrors dire.



DARKNESS now rose JESUS TEACHING THE PEOPLE. As day-light sunk, and brought in low'ring

BOWRING. night Her shadowy offspring, unsubstantial both, How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound Privation mere of light, and absent day. From lips of gentleness and grace,

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Decay then, tenements of dust!

Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,

Full of mercy, full of love,
And Jesus has prepared the way.

Look upon us from above !
Thou who taught'st the blind man's night
To entertain a double light,
Thine and the day's, (and that thine too :)
The lame away his crutches threw;

The parched crust of leprosy

Return'd unto its infancy;

The dumb amazed was to bear

His unchain's tongue to strike his ear: GRAHAME.

Thy powerful mercy did even chase
Who is my Mother or my Brethren? The Devil from his usurped place,
He spake and looked on them who sat Where Thou Thyself should'st dwell, not he:

Oh let thy love our pattern be!
With a meek smile of pity blent with love, Let thy mercy teach one brother
More melting than ere gleamed from human To forgive anıl love another ;

That, copying Thy mercy here, As when a sunbeam, through a summer Thy goodness may hereafter rear shower,

Our souls unto Thy glory, when
Shines mildly on a little hill-side flock; Our dust shall cease to be with men!
And with what look of love he said, Behold
My mother and my brethren ; for I say,
That whosoe'er shall do the will of God,
He is my brother, sister, mother, all.



AROUND Bethesda's healing wave,

Waiting to hear the rustling wing LITTLE CHILDREN BROUGHT Which spoke the angel nigh, who gave TO JESUS.

Its virtues to that holy spring.-

With earnest, fix'd solicitude,

Were seen th' afflicted multitude.
SUPFER that little children come to me,
Forbid them not. Emboldened by his words, Among them there was one, whose eye
The mothers onward press; but, finding vain Had often seen the waters stirråd,
Th' attempt to reach the Lord, they thrust Whose heart had often heav'd the sigh,
their babes

The bitter sigh of hope deferr'd;

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