By Kedron's brook, or Siloa's holy fount;
Nor where the fragrant breezes rove
Through Bethel's dim and silent grove,
Nor on the rugged top of Carmel's sacred mount.

Henceforth ye never more may meet,

Meek learners, at your master's feet,

To gaze on that high brow, those piercing eyes;

And hear the music of that voice

Whose lessons bade the sad rejoice,

Said to the weak "Be strong," and to the dead "Arise!"

Go, tell the startled guards that wait

In arms before the palace gate

"The Seer of Thesbe walks no more on earth :"

The king will bid prepare the feast;

And tyrant prince and treacherous priest

Will move with haughtier step, and laugh with louder mirth.

And go to Zarephath, and say

What God's right hand hath wrought to-day

To the pale widow and her twice born son:
Lo, they will weep, and rend their hair,
Upstarting from their broken prayer,—

"Our comforter is gone, our friend, our only one ! "

Nay, deem not so! for there shall dwell
A Prophet yet in Israel

To tread the path which erst Elijah trod;
He too shall mock th' oppressor's spears,
He too shall dry the mourner's tears;
Elijah's robe is his, and his Elijah's God !—

But he before the throne of grace

*

Hath his eternal dwelling place;

His head is crowned with an unfading crown;

And in the book, the awful book

On which the Angels fear to look,

The chronicle of Heaven, his name is written down.

Too hard the flight for Passion's wings, Too high the theme for Fancy's strings; Inscrutable the wonder of the tale!

Yet the false Sanhedrim will weave

Wild fictions, cunning to deceive,
And hide reluctant Truth in Error's loathly veil.

And some in after years will tell*

How on the Prophet's cradle fell

Rays of rich glory, an unearthly stream;
And some how fearful visions came

Of Israel judged by sword and flame,

That wondrous child the judge, upon his father's dream.

* See Bayle's Dictionary, Art. "Elijah."

Elijah in the battle's throng

Shall urge the fiery steeds along,

Hurling the lance, lifting the meteor sword:

Elijah in the day of doom

Shall wave the censer's rich perfume,

To turn the wrath aside, the vengeance of the Lord.

Vain, vain! it is enough to know

That in his pilgrimage below

He wrought Jehovah's will with steadfast zeal;

And that he passed from this our life

Without the sorrow of the strife

Which all our fathers felt, which we must one day feel.

To us between the world and Heaven

A rougher path, alas! is given;

Red glares the torch, dark waves the funeral pall:
The sceptered king, the trampled slave,

Go down into the common grave,

And there is one decay, one nothingness for all.

It is a fearful thing to die!

To watch the cheerful day flit by

With all its myriad shapes of life and love;

To sink into the dreary gloom

That broods for ever o'er the tomb,

Where clouds are all around, though Heaven may shine

above!

But still a firm and faithful trust

Supports, consoles the pure and just :

Serene, though sad, they feel life's joys expire;
And bitter though the death pang be,
Their spirits through its tortures see

Elijah's car of light, Elijah's steeds of fire.

PYRAMIDES EGYPTIACE.

CARMEN GRÆCUM IN CURIA CANTABRIGIENSI RECITATUM COMITIIS MAXIMIS, A.D. MDCCCXXII.

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