True! as thy lineaments I trace,
I could admire each nameless grace,
And weave thee many a lay;

But when I count the souls that now,

Erst bowed to thee, in hell must bow-
Black is thy brightest ray!

I note within thy fixed eye,

A glance of flame that cannot die,
Tho' sealed in carved stone,

Since thou hast dared the god-head claim;
For GREAT and GLORIOUS is His name,
Who will no rival own!

The sun shines bright, and tells each day, As on he speeds his jocund way,

The goodness of his God;

But when thine image meets his view,
He hurls thee, blackened in thy hue,

Prone on the dewy sod.

The trees, with arms entwining, stand,
And open wide each leafy hand,

To shield thee from the storm;
Yet when the Autumn winds are high,
On thy pure breast the dead leaves lie,
And stain thy pearl-white form.

The breezes of the ambient air,

That now in Nature's gladness share,
Embalming thee with sweets,
When stirred by angry winds, awake,
O'er thy proud head their mantles shake,
And down the tempest beats.

All things dishonor thee-in vain
Thou glancest round with stern disdain,
And bid'st the winds obey;

When loosened on their wings of wrath,
They joy to smite thee in their path,
And laugh at thine array.

All things dishonor thee-save man,
Who, framed his Maker's works to scan,
And hear his Maker's word,

Bows 'fore the shadow of a shade,

The image vain his hands have made,
And saith-Thou art my Lord!

But I from this debasement flee,
Nor bend to stocks th' adoring knee,
Nor raise the votive lay:

I love to mark a beauteous stone

But when it climbs its Maker's throne, I loathe, and turn away!

POZZUOLI.

WHERE WE FOUND BRETHREN, AND WERE DESIRED TO TARRY WITH THEM SEVEN DAYS. ACTS XXVIII. 14.

I SAW one step from off the wave,

Led by an armed band;

Not his the bearing of a slave,

Tho' manacled his hand

Who looked his eye within might find
The freedom of the immortal mind.

His brow was white with age or care,
His withered cheek was pale ;
But o'er the sorrows seated there,
The smiles of peace prevail,
Gilding the glance of mental pain,
Like a bright shining after rain.'1

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1 2 Sam. xxiii. 4.

Troubled he seemed-yet hushed and still;

Perplext-yet not distrest;

Sorrows, yet joys, his pledge-cup fill;
Fears, and yet hopes, his breast-

'Twas strange! who watched his changing mien, Had deemed a two-fold world within.

On his hoar locks the sun-rays gleamed,
As slow he paced the strand :
I pitied him, as one who seemed
A stranger in the land-

Hard was his lot, whate'er his crime,
Dragged captive to a foreign clime.

When lo! from out the throng, who came
That sea-worn band to meet,

Ran one, uncheck'd by fear or shame,

The prisoner bound to greet

And, as long lost, yet found again,

Hung on his neck, and loosed his chain.

Brother he was not, for his tongue
Bespake another clime;

Nor friend of youth-the accents rung-
Redeem'd by envious Time:

No brother, -friend? then who was he,
To wake a brother's sympathy?

Their eyes had never met before,
Yet wrought the secret spell,
Straight owned upon a heathen shore-
Christ's love unspeakable!

Oh what the joy to find on earth

A brother of the second birth!

Ah then! a week of love and bliss,

Puteoli! was thine!

Nor yet with thee the harlot-kiss,

With thee, the traitor-sign!

Tho' small the flock,-their words of love Were heard, and treasured up above.'

But richest seasons pass - and night
Sets on the loveliest sky;

And meeting-smiles, however bright,
Forebode the parting sigh.

No Joshua's hand the sun-beam stays;
How bright-how brief, those seven days!

The seed was scattered thick-the soil
Bore promise rich of fruit;

And Hope sat by to reap her toil,
And watch the seedlings shoot ;
But blasting winds have swept the bay,
And the gay blossoms, where are they?

1 Mal. iii, 16.