New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1853-02-04
NEW PUBLICATIONS.

THE CHAPEL OF THE HERMITs AND OTHER
POEMS. by JoHH G WHITTIER. l2mo PIP ll8. Tick
nor, Reed Fields
Gladly do We welcome this new volume from
the masculine and earnest pen Of our gifted
American Quaker poet. With less of caustic
Indignation than many of his former prOduc-
tions il breathes the same spirit of deep hos
tility to wrong, and noble sympathy with all
the interests of humanity. The prevailing
tone of its contents is contemplative and Sc
rious, dwelling on the darker elements in the
problem of life. aspiring after the serene re-
gions Of interior peace, but not yet inspired
with the fitness Of immortal hope. In the
principal poem, Bernardn st. Pierre and
Rousseau are introduced discussing the mys-
teries of human experience, according to an
interesting incident related in the Studies OF
Nature" The keynote TO the whole may be
found in the striking lines with which the poem
commences:
al do believe. and yet In grief,
pray for help 10 uubfloi;
For needhl strength aside TO lay
The daily cUnberings of my way
Pm sick al heart Of craft and can't
sick OF the crazcl enthusiasts rant
Professions smooih hypocHsIes,
And crceds Of iron, and lives OF ease.
"Ipouder DER the sacred word,
read the record of our Lord;
And weak and troubled, envy them
Who touched His seamless garments hem -
sWho saw the tears of love He wcpt
Above the grave where Lazarus slept;
And heard, amidst the shadows dim
OF Ohyei, His evening hymn.
"IIow blessed the swncherd's low estate
The hecgar crouChng at the gate,
The lepcr loathly and ahhorred
WLoseCyes ofhesh beheld the Lordi
90 sacred soil His sandals pressed
sweet fountains Of Ills MONDAY rest!
O. light and air Of Palestine,
lmpregnate with His life divine
80. bear me thnhcr Let me look
On Slos's pool, and Kedron's brook
Kneel at Gcthseuape, and by
Gcnnesaret walk, before die
.Methnks this cold and northern night
Would melt before that Orient light
And wet by Hermon's dew and rain,
My childhoCds faith revive again 7
So spaAe my friend one autumn day,
Where the still river slid away
Beneath US, and above the brown
Red curtains OF the woods shut down
Then said I,--ioT could no, brook
The mate appealing Of his look
T. too weak and faith l. small
Ana blindness happencth unto all
yet sometimes ghmpses on my sight,
Through present wrong, the eternal right
And, step by step, since time began,
see the steady gain OF man
g." That eli of good the past hath had
Remains 10 make our time glad
Our common daily life divine,
And every land Palestine.
" Thou wearicst Of thy present state;
What gain 60 thee times holiest datci
The doubtog now perchance had been
As high Press or e. Plate them
What thought Chorszin's scribesl What faith
In Him had Main and Nazareth
Oithe lew followers whom lie led.
One cold ilim,--sn :orsook and lied.
90, friend We need nor rock nor sand,
Nor stored stream q Meaning and;
WSai @orc could oi NJ. ~ ~ reHs ,& baos,
I'VE lack but open eve and ear
To hnd the OrSents msryels hero -
The stan small voice in autumn. hush,
Non maple wood the burning bush
"For stli the new trsIsceuds the old.
In signs and tokens manifold
Slaves rise Up men the olive waves
VIII roots deep set in battle graves
Through the harsh noises OF ourday
low sweet prelude finds i,s way
Through clouds Of doubt, and cTeeds OF .sr,
hght is breaking cs,in AMI Clear.
aThe, song of Love, now low and far,
Ere long shall swell from 70 star
Thsi hcht the breaking day, which tps
The golienspred ApOcalypse"
"The Questions of Life" though too much
IN the style Of Emerson's Problem" Tor an
original thinker, shows fine vein OF poetic
uusng, with an uncommon power OF expression