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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.

Wain, 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 sceptred 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 forever 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 expiro; And bitter though the death-pang be, Their spirits through its tortures see Elijah's car of light, Elijah's steeds of fire.

TRANSLATIONS AND EPIGRAMS. PYRAMIDES AEGYPTIACAF.

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

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