And lo! they hail, with lauding cry. "Tis done!' The scene in falsehood shuts-in blasphemy begun!

O bear me hence, where burns the steaming blast O'er the scorched plains of heathen Hindostan, Where, 'fore the hideous forms his hands have cast, Low-bending, the cowed slave with visage wan, Their smile beseeching, deprecates their banWhose gods are devils, crowned in deed and name: Oh who could think that grovelling thing is man! -Yet more debased, on you the deeper shame, Who spurn, yet bear His style, immutably the same!

They know no Power, but Satan and his brood, And blind the service of their knowledge pay; Ye know who reigns above, the one true God, And ye have seen the flash of rising Day; They have no guide, but sickly reason's ray, Glimmering, all dubious, in the soul's deep night; While ye, who have the Light, the Truth, the Way, Love in the dark to weave your mystic rite, Gilding the hellish gloom by beam of holy light.

ONE, and one only, stands between fall'n man
And his offended God! Oh why reject
HIM for the imaged beings of a span,

Who have nor strength nor wisdom to protect?

I

Will HE, who soon shall come, in thunder deckt,
Greet whom a Noah or a Job1 might lead,
Claiming the name and acts of his elect,

In place of JESUS? No! sure death their meed, Mocked by their right-hand lie

1 Ezekiel xiv. 14.

tho' an arch-angel plead!

2 Isaiah xliv. 20.

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VESUVIUS.

ACROSS THE BAY.

TOUCH THE MOUNTAINS, AND THEY SHALL SMOKE. PSALM CXLIV. 5.

LONG since, in dreaming moods of mind,

I trod this circling shore,

Saw the far mountain flash, and heard

The tideless ocean roar.

So clear and bright the magic scene,
In mirrored waters shone,

The spirit claimed it as her own-
When lo! a breath-'twas gone!

I 'woke the tasks of daily life
My youthful ardours quelled;
Till rose again the glittering charm,
To be again dispelled.