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THE HEBREW MOTHER.
BIZ MRS. BEMANs

hO tEH.
THE rose was in rich bloom on sharons PLAIN
When young other, with her First born, thence
eht up to Zion for the boy vow'd
Unto the Temple. service. BY the hand
She led him. and her silent sGul, the while,
Oft as the dewy laughter of his eye
Met her sweet serious glance, rejoced to think
That aught so pure, so beautiful, was hers,
To bring before her Cod
So pass'd they on,
Oer Judah's hills and wheresoe'er the leaves
Of the broad sycamore made sounds at noon,
Like ulllng rain-drops, or the olive-boughs,
With their cool dlmness, cross'd the sultry blue
of Syria's heaven, she paused, that he might rest
Yet from her own meek eyelids chased the sleep
That wegh'd their dark fringe down, 10 sit and watch
The crimson deepening DER his cheeks repose,
As at a red flowers heart and where f"unt
Lay, like twilight star, midst palmy shades,
Making its banks green gems along the Wild
There too she hngerd, from the diamond wave
Drawing clear water for his rosy lips,
And softly parting clusters Of jet curls
To bathe his brow.
AT last the Fame was reach'd,
The earths One Sanctuary; and rapture hush'd
Her bosom. as before her through the day
1t rose, mountain of white mari bic, steep'd
In light like floating gold = But when that hour
Waned to the farewell moment, when the boy
Lifted through rainbow cleaning tears, his eye
BeseechingIy to hers, aud, half in fear,
Turn'd from the whte-robd priest, and round her
Clung e'en as ivy cngs the deep spring-tde
OF nature then sweld high; and DER her child
Bending, her soul brake forth, IL mingled sounds
Of weeping and sad song-'' Alas " she crieG
"Alas, my boy thy gentle grasp on me.
The bright tears qlver in thy pleading eyes,
And fond t oughis arise,
And silver cords again to earth have me,
And like 8 vine thou caspest my full heart
How shall hence depart'-
How The lone paths retrace, where thou vert playing
So late along the mountains at my side!
And |, in joyous pride,
BY every place Of flowers my course delaying.
Wove, e'en as pearls, the lilies round thy hair
Beholding thee SO fair!
And oh the home whence thy bright smile hath parted
Will it not if the sunny day
Turnd from its door away,
While, through its chambers wandering wearyhearted,
langu'sh for thy voice. which past me still,
Went like singing rillf
Under the pam.trees, thou more shalt meet me,
When from the fount at evening return,
With the full water-urn
Nor will thy sleeps low, doyeke murmurs greet me,
AS midst the silence of the stars wake,
And watch for thy dear sake.
And thou,--wll sumber's dewy cloud fall round thee
Without thy mothers hand to smooth thy bedl
Wilt thou not vainly spread
Thine arms, when darkness veil hath wound thee,
To fold my neck and lift up, in thy fear,
cry which none shall hear9
What have said, my child will He not hear thee,
Who the young ravens heareth from their nest'
Will He not guard thy rest,
And, in the hush of holy midnight near thee,
Breathe DER thy soul, and fill its dreams with joy
Thou shalt sleep soft, my boy!
give thee to thy God the God that gave thee,
A well-spring Of deep gladness to my heart
And precious as thou art,
And pure as dew of Hermon, He shall have thee,
My own, my beautiful, my undehled
And thou shalt be His child!
Therefore, farewell II go my soul may fail me.
AS the stag panteth for the waterbrooks,
Yearning for thy sweet looks
But thou, my First-born droop not, nor bewai me,
Thou in the shadow of the Rock shalt dwell,
The Rock of fstrength-farewel"