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"And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; because the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away.

"And the Lord said unto him, Go, return on thy way to the wilderness of Damascus. * * *

"Yet I have left me seven thousand iu Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him."

1 Kings, xix. 9—15; IS.

The slaughter is over by Kishon's dark stream, And the stern scene has passed as a terrible

dream. But the banks are all gory, and purple the

tide. For the blood of the victims its water has

dyed; And there lie the bodies unsheltered and bare, For the beasts of the forest, and fowls of the

air,

Who hover around them, and search for their

prey, With no hand to molest them, or scare them

away. The prayer has been heard, breathed on Car

mel's high mount, By Elijah the Tishbite, and lo! the deep fount Of Heaven is opened, and thick falls the

shower, Restoring the verdure of foliage and flower; But alas! for man's frailty, the prophet has

fled From the face of a woman, in cowardly dread. And afar in the desert his stops have been

roaming, In the brightness of day, and by twilight's dim

gloaming; He stood by a cave on the mount of the Lord, And awaited in slience the breath of His word. A wind rent the mountain, and brake the tall

rock, In its fierce sweeping vengeance and furious

shock; Loud rattled the thunder, and strong swept

the blast, And tore up the deep-rooted trees as it past; And a great earthquake shook the firm ground

where he stood, With its heaving convulsions; a bright fiery

flood

Fill'd the sky with its glow, as it roll'd through the air

In a volume of flame, but the Lord was not there.

Then a voice still and small struck the listening ear

Of the prophet, "Elijah, what doest thou here?"

"My soul has been roused for the Lord God

of Hosts, And my life they have sought for throughout

the wide coasts; Thine altars are rent, and the land is bereft Of all the Lord's prophets, I only am left." Again the still voice in its melody stole, Like a calm flowing stream, through his

passionate soul, And soothed the stern tumult that raged in

his breast, As an infant is lulled to its peaceable rest. "Still, still have I left me a resolute few, Whose hearts have been faithful, unswerving,

and true; Return to Damascus, no harm shall betide

thee, Mino oyo is upon thee, my Spirit shall guide

thee"

And forth from the desert Elijah must go,
To encounter the wrath ot his merciless foe;
But his soul is subdued by that heavenly

word, And strong in his weakness, he trusts in the

Lord.

AFFLICTION.

"Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it.'
Micah vi. 9.

Father, I hear, and bless the hand
That sends this grief to me;

Nor would I ask for one drop less,
Full though the cup may be.

It is Thy hand that deals the stroke,

Thy love directs the dart,
And freely pours a healing balm

Into my wounded heart.

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