Next year there was none but the rich man left, Left alone in his pride and pain, Who called on the stranger, like one bereft, He came not he never was heard nor seen But, wherever his terrible smile hath been, "LET US BUILD THREE Berbert Knowles. TABERNACLES." "It is good for us to be here if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles: one for Thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias." METHINKS it is good to be here : MATT. xvii. 4. If thou wilt, let us build-but for whom? the gloom, But the shadows of eve that encompass Shall we build to Ambition? Oh, no! Affrighted he shrinketh away; For, see! they would pin him below, In a small narrow cave and begirt with cold clay, To Beauty? Ah, no !—she forgets The charms which she wielded before Nor knows the foul worm that he frets The skin which but yesterday fools could adore, For the smoothness it held, or the tint which it wore. Shall we build to the purple of PrideThe trappings which dizen the proud ? Alas! they are all laid aside— And here's neither dress nor adornment allow'd, But the long winding-sheet, and the fringe of the shroud. To Riches? Alas! 'tis in vain- And here in the grave are all metals forbid, To the pleasures which Mirth can afford,— The revel, the laugh, and the jeer? Ah! here is a plentiful board: But the guests are all mute as their pitiful cheer, And none but the worm is a reveller here. Shall we build to Affection and Love? Ah, no! they have withered and died, Friends, brothers, and sisters, are laid side by side, Unto Sorrow? The dead cannot grieve,Not a sob, nor a sigh meets mine ear, Which compassion itself could relieve; Ah, sweetly they slumber, nor hope, love, or fear,— Peace, Peace, is the watchword—the only one here. Unto Death! to whom monarchs must bow? Ah, no! for his empire is known, And here there are trophies enow: Beneath, the cold dead, and around, the dark stone, Are the signs of a sceptre that none may disown. The first tabernacle to HOPE we will build, And look for the sleepers around us to rise: The second to FAITH, which assures it fulfill'd,And the third to the LAMB of the great sacrifice, Who bequeathed us them both when he rose to the skies. THE BITTER CUP. SAVIOUR, help me to sustain it. THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB. Byron. THE Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest, when summer is green, That host, with their banners, at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest, when autumn hath blown, That host, on the morrow, lay wither'd and strown. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast, And there lay the rider distorted and pale, And the widows of Asshur are loud in their wail, "NOT AS I WILL, BUT AS THOU WILT." Elliot. My God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say- If thou shouldst call me to resign E'en if again I ne'er should see Should pining sickness waste away If but my fainting heart be blest Renew my will from day to day; |