Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1853-10-29
THE HEBREWS PRAYER.
ny 7. R. HERvEY.

y HcDrcW knelt IN tne uylnS llght,-
Ills eye was dim and cold,
The hairs on his brow were silver white,
And his blood was thin and old.
lie lifted his look to his latest sum-
For he knew that his pilgrimage was donel
And as he saw Gods shddo,o there's
His spirit poured itself in prayerl
II come unto deaths second BIRTH
Beneath stranger air,
A pilgrim on a dull, cold earth,
As all my fathers we're;
And men have stamped me with curse,--
feel it is not Thine,
Thy mercy--like yon sun-was made
On meas them-to shine
And therefore, dare lift mine eye
Through that-to Thcc,-before die!
"In this great Temple, built by Thee,
Whose altars are divine,
Beneath yon lamp that, ceaselessly,
Lights up Thine own true shrine;
Oh! take my latest socrifce,-
Look down, and make this sod
Holy. as that where, long ago,
The Hebrew met his God.
II have not caused the widows tears,
Nor dimmcd the orphnnts eye.
| have not stained the virgins years.
Nor Knocked the mourncr's cry,
The songs Of Zion, in mine ear,
Have ever been most sweet,
And, always, when felt Thee near,
My shoes were of my 'feetl
IL have known Thee in the whirlwind,
l have known Thee on the hill
I have loved Thee, in the the voice Of birds,
Or the music of the rill
! dreamed Thee, in the shadow
saw Thee, in the light
| heard Thee, in the thundorpeal
And worshippcd, in the night.
All beauty while it spoke of Thee.
Still made my heart rejoice,
And my spirit bowed within itself
To hear Thy still small voice.
/ hare not felt myself thing
Far from Thy presence driven,
BY flaming sword or waving wing
Shut out from Thee aud Heaven!
Must the whrlwind reap, because
My fathers sowed the storm!
Or shrink, because another sinned,
Beneath Thy red right arm?
Oh! much of this we dimly scan,
And much is all unknown
But will uot take my curse from r'an,
turn to Thee, alone!
Oh! bid my fainting spirit live,
And what is dark reveal,
And what is eyil-oh forgivel
And what is broken, heal
And cleanse my nature from above
In the deep Jordan Of Thy love!
Il know not if the Christians Heaven
Shall be the same as mine,
| only ask to be forgiven
And taken home to Thine;
| weary on a far dim strand,
Whose mansions are as tombs,
And long to find the fathcr-land.
Where there are many homesl
Oh! grant, Of all yon starry thrones,
Some dim and distant star,
Where Judah's lost and scattered sons
May love Thee, from ofnr.
When nl Earth's myriad hNrps shall meet
In choral praise and prayer,
Shall Zion's Harp, of old so sweet
Alone be wanting there?
YET place me in Thy lowest scat,
Though as now be there,
The Christian scorn, the Christians JEST
But let me see, and hear,
From some dim mansion in the sky,
Thy bright ones, and their melody"
Tho sun goes down with suddent gleam
And-beautiful as a lovely dream,
And silently as air
The vision of dark eyed girl,
With long and raven hair,
Glides in, as guardian spirits glide
And 10! is kneeling at his side,
Asifher sudden presence there
Were sent in answer to his prayer!
(Oh! say they not that angels tread
Around the good mans dying bcd?)
His child-his sweet and sinless childl
And, as he gazcd on her,
lie knew his God was reconciled,
And this the messenger
As sure as God had hung on high
The promise-bow before his eye
Earth's purcst hope thus DER him flung,
To point his IIoayenward faith,
And lifc's most holy feeling strung,
To sing him unto death:
I And, on his daughters stainless breast,
! The dying Hebrew sought his rest
Plato calls truth, the body of God-and light
sh0dor perhaps the sublmest of all conccpt
hayinga merely mortal heart for u birthplace.
A TUNNEL THROUGH THE ALPS