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THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB.

HE Assyrian came down like the 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 relis 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 breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed, with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his

pride!

And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:

And the tents were all silent, the banners alone
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,

Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Byron.

FOURTH PART.

MODERN: DECEASED WRITERS.

FOURTH PART.

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HE HUMBLEd himself, AND BECAME OBEDIENT
UNTO DEATH."

O conquer and to save, the Son of God
Came to His own in great humility,

Who wont to ride on cherub-wings abroad,
And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky.
The mountains bent their necks to form His road;
The clouds dropt down their fatness from on high;
Beneath His feet the wild waves softly flow'd,
And the wind kiss'd His garment tremblingly.

The grave unbolted half his grisly door;
(For darkness and the deep had heard His fame,
Nor longer might their ancient rule endure ;)
The mightiest of mankind stood hush'd and tame;
And, trooping on strong wing, His angels came

To work His will, and kingdom to secure :
No strength He needed save His Father's name;
Babes were His heralds, and His friends the poor.

Heber.

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