The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-12-03

twelve
Il was th. evening Of q summers day.
Anf Syria's sultry sun was sinking slow:
Long lingering as both to veil his face
Upon tho hil-girt city Of the Jews
Before them lay Jerusalem tho fair,
Her hanging gardens, palaces and towers.
Bathed in the rosoate light OF parting day.
But covering above all, in pride Of place.
The far famed Temple reared its regal head
l. alabaster walls and pianacles of gold
Rejecting back the shimmering shifting hue.
which give the charm to Southern sun-.a,
skies.
Ia gloomy silence slumbered at their feet
The ~ susoleum OF the ancient Jewish KINGS
The contrast cast a shadow cross the heart
Like that which fell upon Egyptian guests,
When ne who ma he the feast sent round the
board
mimic corpse TO teach the jewellers,
Whate er u beauty, strength or power was
theirs,
the spectre death was waiting at their door.
Prophets, baris and Kings-the master.
minds
That made the grea ness ola by-gone age.
Wore gathered in that lonely resting place;
Aud gloom and silence lowered Ger the scene.
The war-like Saul ami gentle jonathan
Slept peacefully beside the Shepherd King,
Whose duJcct voice and thrilling harp no
more
Dispelled the demons OF the human heart.
Or woke the echoes Of JuIei's hills
The broken obelisk Of Absalom bent DER
The grassy mound, beneath whose sod
Tho mighty Joab lny, with all his schemes
or Wild ambition and daring might
Bememb cred only in the tales Of ED.
The Man Of Sorrows felt his heart grow sad,
And Ger his heavenly brow a shadow passed.
Al length tbs thoughts that filled bis soul with
gloom
Pound uttcrance in 4 deep, prophetic strain,
While the Apostles gathered at his feet,
And drank in words that TO thcir darkened
minds
Seemed wild and strange; but we'll they rocked
the truth
Long after He who spake them passed to. Hen-
ven
When Cesar's legions trod that sacred soil,
And from the Temples site the Roman eagle
waved.
Beholdr cried He, yon master-piece Of art,
Sole trophy OF the bloody Herod's reign
A building worthy OF the Augustan agel
Pride Of the Jews and chosen seat Of God
Mark it's colossal walls its wondrous height,
Its stones ofponderous wei ght and ra re device /
But, loi the time draws nigh-waits at the
door
When all that splendid pile shall kiss the
dust,
Aud not one stone upon another stand
That shall not share the common curse Of God !
And thou poor Salient guilty as thou art,
And stained with prophets blood and good
mems tears
How havc l wept over thy certain doom.
And as the festhered mother hides her young
Beneath her wing, from winter's chilling
winds
FAiu had gathered thee, and kept thee safe /
But deaf the ear, and hard the heart, ye turned,
Unto my admonision for your good -
But now my warming voice is all too late
The fat OF your fall il Numbered forth
BY Him, who, once determined, moor can
change.
But ere that time shall come, mems hearts
shall fail
Because Of sorrows hitherto unknown.
Wild wars and rumors Of fierce strife shall
come,
And pcstilence and famine sweep the land
The moon, whose gentle vigils oft we ve best
night,
VIII sioken at the sight and blush to blood,
The stars tho quiet sentinels Of Heaven,
Shall pale, and from their consultations fall,
Aye, the great sun himself shall hide his face.
And universal terror seize the world
Then sccrs and prophets Of strange creed shall
rise
And seek to solve the mysteries of God,
And preach to gaping fools 10, here Lo.
there!
BE not deceived, nor follow after them
hut you, my followers, whom the world derides,
When all these horrors fall.upou the land,
Seek ye the mountains hide ye in their
Prize not possessions, house, or home or laAds,
Aud make imPervious rocks your dwelling
What time the Roman, plous hshare roots your
soil.
The voice OF inspiration died way,
Or fell like music sinking with the wind.
The Saviours golden head was yet with dew,
And pcrly tear-drops glistsnsS on his cheeks.
They passed from O'ivet into that vale
Whore Hebron rippled DER its pebbled bed,
And sat they down, where they had Oft
retired,
when care and toll had made secIusion sweet.
Gethsemanel How sad fame Is thine
Who that hath wept over Savours woes,
His groAns and tears, and agony OF soul,
That has not pressed his hands upon his
heart,
And louged to bow his head upon thy soil
lie laid him down beneath a spreading tree,
Whose leaves distilled the vapOrs of the nj ght.
Foxes aud bares passed fearless at his feet
To seek their homes-for they had homes
while He who made the world, and fixed the
stars,
Had not on earth place to lay his head
He slept. Far sWeeter WAS his sacred rest,
Pillowed upon the green earth's gentle
breast,
Than came 10 Caiaphas in his marble halls,
Or crept Ger PLATE his bed Of state.
Years after, when the lRomsn war trump's
ciang
Pealed DER the rocks and hills Palestine
When He who spoke those words had passed
And most Of those who heard him sunk to
rest
Peter and John, who stayed their masters
call
Teachers and wanderers in foreigH lands
Remembered we'll that night on Olive
And all the sayings Of the Son Of God.
A Marriage Procession in Nazareth