Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-02-10
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POETRY.
THE RESTORATION OF ISRAEL

THE RESTORATION OF ISRAEL
Thi. hesu,iul little nosm from Id pc" o
povereoa George Croley, aud - well WORM
ofthe lovers ufresl poetry - '''"'
-, ,A. eolowipo massage IN the B"ok OF Re e''
,Ao5 heard voice from Heaven, s"y'ns
~, tho tabernacle OF God IS with men, anu '
.,,, l,vs,l with them. and they shall 'e p'
r,e. and God himself shall be "''n 'he' ~
their God
Vebave had the pleasure ofroading much O.
r.,.,,, ,,o.,rv and asa writer on sacred s"h
-. oo,,;lsr him the most emucni a'd "n'e "'
ago tJ,lkstoo naIv writers ol -acrea 'he'o'''
Cro,ev throws aside the BADGES OF 'upe's'''''"'"
b,go,ry, and assumes the attire OF 'he "o''''
az Get poet. H., poetry Will always u
,4 d.,,,ht bv the admirers OF modern li'e'
atufe and melody.
King Of the dead how 'one shau s"eop,
Tny wrath how long thy ou'c's'S "''F
Two th,ueand agonlzinR years
Has Israel 1toc ed her btead 'n ''"'''
The vial on her head been poure1 = =, .,,o,a,
Fhcht, ANNE shame, the scorrge, me s""N
,T,s done, Has breahed Thy trnnpet pia'''
The tribes at length have wept theI 'ds'
On rolls the host From land ahe waFo
The earth sends up ~ unranso'n'o sia'e'
There rdos NJ glIlterms ch'ar''
No banner purples IN me shy ra,
The vor d within their hearts mas wv"
Two thousand wears have SIAM 'Ho' P'
The ionk pale renOrsH IS theIe'
The lp, lnyolunt uy prayer ;
Tie inrm still marked WI h many s'a'"
Bond Oh sol, the scourge, Inc cha'"'
The ,erf Of Ares fiery ground
The dave, by Ild,n suns ern1ro"neai
Tha Neiry lruipes Of the oar,
Bv the wut Arabs poison shore
The gatherings ofearth Widest Hac'~
o. bursts the living cIiarac .,
What strength Of uian can check us sl' :
Thc cone--the nation Of the freed
WHO leads their march Beneath MS Mh@e
B,cA rnlli The sea. the mountains reel
Pefre their tread lils iFunp IS blown,
VINO speaks ~ thunder, and 'iis done
X o Of the dead On, not III VAN
Wa thy long pilgrimage OF PAM
On nol IA vain arose thy PRAYER,
Wien pressed the thorn thy temples bare;
On not m vain The voice thai cried,
T. spars thy mldiened homicide
Fvcn Gr this hour thy hearts blood SIRE aued!
Tney come tho host Of the Redeemed
VIA, Aanes upon tho dist1nI sky?
u a not the comet S sdngune dye,
n IS not the hghtnmg's qmvering spree
IT Ii no, the SUMS ascending fire.
And now Is nearer speeds their march,
Evp4rds The runbow's mighty arch
1houah there has burst no thunder cioun.
No fash oldca,h the soll hG p!oughed'
And Ill asceuds before thcis gaze,
Arch upon a,ch, the lovoy blaze;
Still, a. tho gorgeous clouds unfold, :,
Rre towers ard donIes, immortal mould
Seems the ps'rarch's ylssoued eye
l., g.. and then rCJo ced TO G'e
.'hlt he the affairs burning coa',
Toucned the pale prophet sharp with soul;
Thai The throncd serapns long to see,
n " Given, tnou slave of slaves 10 tnoe
Whose city ih,s What pote'tate
Sis thore the King of Time aud Fate
Whom glory covers with a fobe
Whose sceptre shakes the solid globe,
yh,n shapes orfro aud splendor guard
Thare ,rls the m ~ " whose lace was marred,
To s,,orn archangos bow the knee
The yoeper in Gcthsemlnr!
Down in the dust, aye. israel keel;
Fnr now the wlthere heart can fee
Ave lel .ay wan check buru Ike ftne,
There slts thy glory and thy shame!