And he has seen Bethesda heal, How often, when despair was nigh, ·1 the cry - then he strove Kindled once more with hope: Was none to help, or guide his foot- Yes! there was One drew near him then, His followers base esteemed, the scum That face with softest pity beaming, That awful eye whence God is gleaming. "Wilt thou be healed?" he kindly said; — Could He raise wishes, but to balk? Oh, no! when JESUS speaks, the dead Shall live, all mortal ills must die; At His command diseases fly, The sick shall take his bed and walk! AFRICA. GOD! while dusky Hindostan Sees the light that comes from Thee, Gives to Boodh the knee,- From Calvary's holy ground, Age's seven-fold bigot pall, God! shall not the Negro's land Shall not Ethiopia's band Shall Sahara's parched ranger Still shall Christendom the stranger Where Cleopatra the pearl Mingled, is thy pearl forbid ? Shall not men the Cross unfurl On the Pyramid ! May not upon night again Open the immortal morn, Where Cyprian taught, and Origen Adorned the priestly lawn? May not hamlets that festoon, Beautifully, Niger's flood, With Alexandria and Wednoon, Be given unto God? On the coast of nations, look! Where deceitful beams prevail — Shall they not, at thy rebuke, Captive lead captivity May not Ethiopia spread Heart and hand to Thee ! May not, for the cries that went May not bloom a continent WEEP NOT FOR THE DEAD. I hear the voice Of the expecting grave. - Martyr of Antioch. THE grave hath voice, and seems to say, Is given, the sorrowing, the distressed, The troubled, whom there's none to cheer, But not for him that is at rest. Weep for the living wretch, whose sighs Not him whose parting pangs are over. Few are the living; who may know How few, compared to the unknown Nations of men that sleep below! Weep for the sufferer who is tost Weep, weep for her who comes to weep Where her sweet infant lies full low; Not for the spark whose upward leap Hath made it flame with cherubs so! Weep for the prisoner, for the heir Of misery, toil, and tears and pain; But not for those, escaped, who share Immortal joys, undying gain. BEAUTY. Thus she stood amid the stooks, MODEST Beauty praises God, When it sends its glance abroad, Beauty doth the Giver bless, Of bright health, with lip of dew, |