Teacher of teachers! Priest of priests! from thee The sweet, strong prayer Must rise, to free INSTRUCTION—(See EDUCATION.) First Levi, then all Israel, from the snare. HEBER. All other passions have their hour of thinking, Folds his dark wing beneath the ivy shade. FRANCIS. O jealousy! thou bane of pleasing friendship, ROWE. O Jealousy! thou merciless destroyer, MALLET. It is jealousy's peculiar nature O Thou, their Guide, their Father, and their Loved for thy mercies, for thy power adored! source; If at thy name like sheep the mountains fled, They, and they only, among all mankind, To swell small things to great; nay, out of And constituted guardians of his cause; naught To conjure much; and then to lose its reason Theirs were the prophets, theirs the priestly call, And theirs, by birth, the Saviour of us all. COWPER. Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thy cross thou bearest Tribes of the wandering foot and weary breast, How shall ye flee away and be at rest! now! An iron yoke is on thy neck, and blood is on The wild dove hath her nest, the fox his cave, thy brow; Mankind their country; Israel but the grave! Thy golden crown, the crown of truth, thou didst reject as dross; BYRON. And now thy cross is on thee laid-the cres- Lo! Judah's courts in sadness mourn, for cent is thy cross. PIERPONT. For yet the tenfold film shall fall, And every eye be purged to read Thy testimonies right; When thou, with all Messiah's signs CROSWELL. And throned on her hills sits Jerusalem yet, But with dust on her forehead, and chains on her feet; For the crown of her pride to the mocker hath gone, Judah's rites are stained; Her shrines with idol incense burn, her altars are profaned, Her temple's pride is cast abroad, her priests and virgins fled; And gone the glory of the Lord, that once was o'er her shed. ΤΑΡΡΑΝ. By whom shall Jacob yet arise? He who for you on Calvary bled, And the holy Shekinah is dark where it Holy and beautiful of old, shone. WHITTIER. There rose the choral hymn of praise, Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Was Zion midst her princely bowers; Besiegers trembled to behold Bulwarks that set at naught their powers; Swept from the earth are all her towers; Nor is there-so was she bereftOne stone upon another left. MONTGOMERY. O! 'tis a land of kings, of poets, seers, A. C. COXE. |