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LOVE'S ELOQUENCE.

TO ELLEN'S EYE.

THE PILGRIM IN SIGHT OF JERUSALEM.

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THE PILGRIM IN SIGHT OF JERUSALEM. How throbbed my heart, when. through the morning skies. The towers of Zion met my longing eyes! When. one by one. along the horizon's verge, I I saw the hallowed landmarks first emerge And felt my glorious privilege to trace The hills that guard Jehovah's dwelling-place I There, gathered in majestic frame, were set H««h—Zion—Calvary—Olivet; When halos of departed glory still. With sacred light, encompass every hill; While godlike forms of priests and prophet. rise, And kings, who held their sceptres from the skie*, Still ihiow rheir hallowed mantle o'er the scene. And tnarshal round their melancholy Queen"— The Queen of Nations Lo, how pale she stand*, With withered look, mute lips, and clasped hands! <t < < On yonder height, in many a heaving mound Of human dust, behold her battle-ground Theie, marshalled for her rescue or her fall, Host after host has girt her sacred wall The Roman cohorts, and the fierce Crusade- Moor—Mnsicm—Saracen—in steel arrayed Iberian chiefs-lhe chivalry of FraDce- H tve twanged the bow and couched the quivering lance And England's battle axe wiped out in blood The insults aimed at the triumphant Rood- Rolied back the battering-rams that shook her wall- Resolved to conquer-yet content to faJl- If there, at last, their ashes might repose Where Jesus lived and suffered-died and rOle! • « • • • Thrice holy, yet unhappiest city thou Must wear no garland but the cyprus bough Thy shrines are dust— thy sanctuaries defiled And, where thy temple stood, in triumph piled, Omar's proud mosque usurps the hallowed place. And frowns contempt on Israel's scattered race I Yet, widowed Queen immortal is thy dower- The name ot God is writ on every tower! I gaze, as if entranced my spirit fraught Wiih sounds and thoughts—" unteachable, untaught "— Feelings that ask for utterance in vaio, Swell in my heait, and throb within my brain. And hark as with slow step I muse along, The rocks still echo to the angels' song From s'een Gethiemaoe-fioin Siloa's wawe-- From Kedron's brook-Itrey sepulchre and cave— Iwch mound and vale, by saint and martyr trod, Still shout, Hosanna to the son of God t w At such an hour, on such a scene to gaze, Iospiies new life, each former toil repays-- Blunts in my heart the stings of earthly care, And crowns with rich leward the pilgrim's prayer- For lo, at last, thiough scenes of various death— Strife—storm—the desert's pestilential breath— I touch the goal-Ilread the hallnwed ground Where man was lansomed and the Saviour crowned Where Z.on's gate, theitate of heaven, appears, And thoughts, too deep for words, dissolve in tears Tait's Magazine. W.B.

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