The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1838-07-17
POETRY.
From the Boston Mercantile Journal.
LA ARUS.
BY WILLIAM b. TAPPAR.

Bethany on thy site, as travellers tell,
Rude and forlorn, the warke Arabs dwell:
Children of penury, slaves of miscaed fate;
One God, their God, and Allah theirs, as great.
Who that surveys thy miserable state,
Silent and dreary, could suppose that then,
Ruined and vile, despised forgotten, now,
WAIST honored once, with presence of the Blessed
Salvation's Prince-the worlds neglected Guest
Who could suppose, where solitude is wed
70 death, that life came springing from the dead
When on the grave was light of victory cast,
And he restored, who had its portals past
And who would deem domestic bliss, SO dear
To God, earth's choicest flower was cultured here
Bethany name, that eighteen hundred years
Has tribute called of sweet, delicious tears
Bethany name at which glad visions come
Of friendship, love, and sacred charms of home
With thee, how surely rise to fancys view,
Martha and Mary, and their brother, too
Lazarus, the brother, of these much beloved,-
And more-discpe Jesus well approved;
Martha, with serving numbered for her Lord;
Mary, that meekly SAT to hear His word.
Blest household simple, poor yet free from sin,
And rich beyond compare, with Christ within.
Lazarus diseased, has sought the couch of pain
The sisters ask for Jesus-but in vain.
To do His work. on Jordan's father side
Is He whose presence could this sickness chide
Fraternal care W ings thither strong appeal
ale whom thou low st is sick: Lord come and heal!
He comes not Surely He will message send
That shall rebuke disease, and His friend.
No-death must have its victim the hour
Of mans extreme, may show that God hath power
Lazarus is dead Is not the Savior here
Not to restore, but give the kindly tear
Oh, is He absent? absent ne er before
From low abodes, where Sorrow keeps the door.
How many weary hours they've looked for Him,
And hearts faint and heavy eyes are dim
Come, mournful Music sootb the weepers breast,
That pours out troubled song Tor him at rest.
Brother! thou vast youths delight,
The pleasant stay of ripper years.
Climbing with thee LIES joyous height,
What knew we of vale of tears
Thou vast the branch on which, in weakness,
We, early tendrils, tondly hung;
Around thy glorious strength, in meekness,
Our timid woman's love flung
Brother tie, whose mighty power
Death breaks not, sweetly held us three
Not lhat we edCH, III lie S liTst uouT,
Drank at one breast, and clasped one knee:
Stronger than this--the sllken cord
That lnsd our souls in gentle love,
The tie that bound us to our Lord
So firm below, fails not above
Brother the Palm at morning towers
Its stem by Jordans placid stream
And shows its crown OF leaves and flowers
al
At eve, the sorrowng maidens SEQ
The bruised stem, The broken bough-
Weeping--the sad beholders aoe,
PROSTATE in all thy beauty, thou
The Masters come!-Him Martha hates to meet
And falls in tears of anguish at his feet.
Why was her earnest pious suit denied /?
"Hadst Thou been here my brother had not died !;
Yet even now, such SHY power with God,
He can return, who hath deaths valley trod-
He shall arse in Resurrection day"
"I am saith Christ, ''the Resurrection yea,
He that in me believeth, wero he dead
Yet shall he live Believest thou what I've said9"
He stands beside the grave;-He, the grave 8
King
Spoiler of Hell, can spoil Deaths lesser sting
Yet Jesus wept what rich compositions flow
From that deep fountain sorrow breaks up so -
The stone removed-to Him, by whom is won
Victory alone, in praises speaks the Son >
That God, the Father, making known His power,
Should raise Sins numerous slain to life this hour
Then, in voice at which Death, trembling, fed,
"LAzARus COME FORTH !" he cries. He that was
dead
Came forth in grave-clothes clad, and buoyan trod
The green earth-telling Christ Is very God
MISCELLANEOUS