LIEGE. WHAT SHALL I SAY?-ISAIAH XXXVIII. 15. IN the hour when thoughts arise, Shall I murmur, if the storm Bow and toss the still lake's form; In a land where Satan reigns, Weaving nets and forging chains, Where, who roam the fated ground, Sink, in sin's embraces bound; If, by judgment-terrors shaken, From the dear-bought dreams awaken, Shall I say, it had been kind, Look around thee, where the earth Brings her myriads fore the eye, Trouble claims them at their birth, And pursues them, till they die. True, there blows the fragrant bower, But the frowns of tempests lower, And the wreaths of richest bloom Live, to wither on the tomb. Ask the gay and busy throng, Where is reared their bishop's throne- Why then mourn, since tempests ride Of the peace my Lord hath spoken, In a monarch's diadem. 'Tis His hand that wields the rod - A RETROSPECT. ON EARTH PEACE.-LUKE II. 14. THE earth is ill at rest! And man will not obeyThe hidden waves, that heave his breast, Dash in his eye their spray Yet twice ten centuries have flung Their shadows back, since peace was sung. Long hath her silken wing Bearing the olive from her King, With many a word of love And yet the plunging earth nor knows, I asked the fields of France, There was a hum and whirling dance, It spake of restlessness alone The way of peace she hath not known!' I roam'd Italia's plains, Its clustering wealth o'er broken fanes, There peace was wrought by wizard-spell— All, all around was strange To souls that sighed for rest! Woes me! the only peace she knows Where'er, where'er I turn, The marks of sin deform; Wild flames within earth's bosom burn, Her joy, as when demoniacs rave: R |