FALLEN IS THY THRONE.

Air.-MARTINI.

I.

FALLEN is thy Throne, oh Israel!
Silence is o'er thy plains;
Thy dwellings all lie desolate,

Thy children weep in chains.

Where are the dews that fed thee
On Etham's barren shore?

That fire from Heaven which led thee,
Now lights thy path no more.

II.

Lord! thou didst love Jerusalem-
Once she was all thy own;
Her love thy fairest heritage,*
Her power thy glory's throne: +
Till evil came, and blighted

Thy long-loved olive-tree ;—§

* "I have left mine heritage; I have given the dearly-beloved of my soul into the hands of her enemies."-Jeremiah xii. 7. + "Do not disgrace the throne of thy glory.”—Jer. xiv. 21. § "The LORD called thy name a green olive-tree; fair and of goodly fruit," etc.-Jer. xi. 16.

And Salem's shrines were lighted
For other Gods than Thee!

III.

Then sunk the star of Solyma-
Then pass'd her glory's day,
Like heath that, in the wilderness,*
The wild wind whirls away.
Silent and waste her bowers,
Where once the mighty trod,
And sunk those guilty towers,
While Baal reign'd as God!

IV.

"Go," said the LORD-" Ye Conquerors!
"Steep in her blood your swords,
"And raze to earth her battlements,†
"For they are not the LORD's!
"Till Zion's mournful daughter
"O'er kindred bones shall tread,
"And Hinnom's vale of slaughter S

"Shall hide but half her dead!"

"For he shall be like the heath in the desert."-Jer. xvii. 6.

"Take away her battlements; for they are not the LORD'S."-Jer. v. 10.

§ "Therefore, behold, the days come, saith the LORD, that

WHO IS THE MAID?

ST. JEROME'S LOVE.*

Air.-BEETHOVEN.

I.

WHO is the Maid my spirit seeks,

Through cold reproof and slander's blight? Has she Love's roses on her cheeks?

Is her's an eye of this world's light?
No,-wan and sunk with midnight prayer
Are the pale looks of her I love,
Or if, at times, a light be there,

Its beam is kindled from above.

II.

I chose not her, my soul's elect,

From those who seek their Maker's shrine

it shall no more be called Tophet, nor the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, but the Valley of Slaughter; for they shall bury in Tophet till there be no place.”—Jer. vii. 32.

* These lines were suggested by a passage in St. Jerome's reply to some calumnious remarks that had been circulated upon his intimacy with the matron Paula :-" Numquid me vestes sericæ, nitentes gemmæ, picta facies, aut auri rapuit ambitio? Nulla fuit alia Romæ matronarum, quæ meam possit edomare mentem, nisi lugens atque jejunans, fletu pene cæcata."-Epist. "Si tibi putem."

In gems and garlands proudly deck'd,

As if themselves were things divine!
No-Heaven but faintly warms the breast
That beats beneath a broider'd veil;

And she who comes in glittering vest
To mourn her frailty, still is frail.*

III.

Not so the faded form I prize

And love, because its bloom is gone;
The glory in those sainted eyes

Is all the grace her brow puts on.
And ne'er was Beauty's dawn so bright,
So touching as that form's decay,
Which, like the altar's trembling light,
In holy lustre wastes away!

* Ου γαρ χευσοφορείν. την διηρησαν δει.-Chrysost. Homil. 8. in Epist. ad Tim.

THE BIRD, LET LOOSE.

Air.-BEETHOVEN.

I.

THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,*
When hastening fondly home,

Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.

But high she shoots through air and light,
Above all low delay,

Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.

II.

So grant me, GOD! from every care

And stain of passion free,

Aloft, through Virtue's purer air,
To hold my course to Thee!
No sin to cloud-no lure to stay

My Soul, as home she springs;-
Thy Sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy Freedom in her wings!

* The carrier-pigeon, it is well known, flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined.