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On each would equal love the best confer,
Till the Black Death through all the region reigns.' Of stormy purple, overhang his view,
Its glistening sails appear expanded glass;
And his prophetic thought, from age to age,
On deck, in groups embracing as they died,
1 The depopulation of old Greenland is supposed to have been greatly accelerated by the introduction of the plague, which, under the name of the Black Death, made dreadful havoc throughout Europe towards the close of the fourteenth century.
Comes there no ship again to Greenland's shore?
Save in the west, to which he strains his sight,
Arches o'er many a league th' indignant tide,
When withering horror struck from heart to heart,
While with a seraph's zeal, a Christian's love,
He breathes from marble lips unutter'd prayer.
Morn shall return, and noon, and eve, and night
The peopled deck, and full-rigg'd masts shall grow,
As in pure amber, with divergent lines,
A rugged shell emboss'd with sea-weed shines.
But when th' archangel's trumpet sounds on high,
Once more to Greenland's long-forsaken beach, Which foot of man again shall never reach,
1 The Danish Chronicle says, that the Greenland colonists were tributary to the kings of Norway from the year 1023; soon after which they embraced Christianity. In its more flourishing period this province is stated to have been divided into a hundred parishes, under the superintendence of a bishop. From 1120 to 1402, the succession of seventeen bishops is recorded. In the last-mentioned year, Andrew, ordained bishop of Greenland by Askill, archbishop of Drontheim, sailed for his diocese. but whether he arrived there, or was cast away, was neve known. To his imagined fate this episode alludes.
Imagination wings her flight, explores
Meanwhile his partner waits, her heart at rest No burthen but her infant on her breast: With him she slumbers, or with him she plays, And tells him all her dreams of future days, Asks him a thousand questions, feigns replies, And reads whate'er she wishes in his eyes. -Red evening comes; no husband's shadow falls Where fell the reindeer's o'er the latticed walls: "Tis night; no footstep sounds towards her door; The day returns,-but he returns no more. In frenzy forth she sallies; and with cries, To which no voice except her own replies In frightful echoes, starting all around, Where human voice again shall never sound, She seeks him, finds him not; some angel-guide In mercy turns her from the corpse aside; Perhaps his own freed spirit, lingering near, Who waits to waft her to a happier sphere, But leads her first, at evening, to their cot. Where lies the little one, all day forgot; Imparadised in sleep she finds him there, Kisses his cheek, and breathes a mother's prayer. Three days she languishes, nor can she shed One tear, between the living and the dead; When her lost spouse comes o'er the widow's thought The pangs of memory are to madness wrought: But when her suckling's eager lips are felt, Her heart would fain-but oh! it cannot-melt; At length it breaks, while on her lap he lies, With baby wonder gazing in her eyes. Poor orphan! mine is not a hand to trace Thy little story, last of all thy race! Not long thy sufferings; cold and colder grown, The arms that clasp thee chill thy limbs to stone.
In the following Imitations of portions of the true "Songs of Zion," the author pretends not to have succeeded better than any that have gone before him; but, having followed in the track of none, he would venture to hope, that, by avoiding the rugged literality of some, and the diffusive paraphrases of others, he may, in a few instances, have approached nearer than either of them have generally done, to the ideal model of what devotional poems, in a modern tongue, grounded upon the subjects of ancient psalms, yet suited for Christian edification, ought to be. Beyond this he dare not say more than that, whatever symptoms of feebleness or bad taste may be betrayed in the execution of these pieces, he offers not to the public the premature fruits of idleness or haste. So far as he recollects, he has endeavored to do his best,| and, in doing so, he has never hesitated to sacrifice ambitious ornament to simplicity, clearness, and force of thought and expression. If, in the event, it shall
"T is done :-from Greenland's coast, the latest sigh Bore infant innocence beyond the sky.
Songs of Zion.
[be found that he has added a little to the small national stock of" psalms and hymns, and spiritual songs," in which piety speaks the language of poetry, and poetry the language of inspiration, he trusts that he will be humbly contented, and unfeignedly thankful. SHEFFIELD, May 21, 1822.
THRICE happy he, who shuns the way
The law of God is his delight;
His works shall prosper;-he shall be
When I behold the heavens on high,
Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst deign
Give him on earth awhile to reign,
O Lord, how excellent thy name!
THE Lord is in his holy place,
And from his throne on high He looks upon the human race With omnipresent eye.
He proves the righteous, marks their path;
God on the wicked will rain down Brimstone, and fire, and snares; The gloom and tempest of his frown -This portion shall be theirs.
The righteous Lord will take delight
THY glory, Lord, the heavens declare,
Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil; Day unto day doth utter speech, And night to night thy knowledge teach.
Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well-known the language of their song, When one by one the stars appear, Led by the silent moon along, Till round the earth, from all the sky, Thy beauty beams on every eye.
Waked by thy touch, the morning sun
Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, And, like a giant, glad to run
His bright career with speed and power; -Thy flaming messenger, to dart Life through the depth of Nature's heart.
While these transporting visions shine
Along the path of Providence, Glory eternal, joy divine,
Thy word reveals, transcending sense; -My soul thy goodness longs to see, Thy love to man, thy love to me.
THY law is perfect, Lord of light,
Holy, inviolate thy fear,
Enduring as thy throne;
Thy judgments, chastening or severe, Justice and truth alone.
More prized than gold,-than gold whose waste
Sweeter than honey to my taste,
Let these, O God, my soul convert, And make thy servant wise; Let these be gladness to my heart,
The day-spring to mine eyes.
By these may I be warn'd betimes;
So may the words my lips express,
THE Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know;
Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray,
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near.
In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er, With perfume and oil thou anointest my head;
O what shall I ask of thy providence more?
Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till I meet thee above; I seek,-by the path which my forefathers trod Through the land of their sojourn,―thy kingdom of love.
PSALM XXIV. No. 1.
THE earth is thine, Jehovah,-thine
The waves are ramparts to the shores. But who shall reach thine holy place,
Or who, O Lord, ascend thine hill? The pure in heart shall see thy face,
The perfect man that doth thy will.
He who to bribes hath closed his hand,
Nor sworn in falsehood,—he shall stand
LIFT up your heads, ye gates, and wide
Who is the King of Glory?—He
The Lord Omnipotent to save, Whose own right-arm in victory
Led captive Death, and spoil'd the grave
Lift up your heads, ye gates, and high
Him let the heaven of heavens receive.
Who is the King of Glory?—who?
The Lord of Hosts-behold his name: The kingdom, power and honor due Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim.
GOD is my strong salvation,
My light, my help, is near:
Place on the Lord reliance,
My soul, with courage wait, His truth be thine affiance, When faint and desolate :