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Lift up thine eyes around, and see,
O'er foreign fields, o'er farthest waters,
Thy exiled sons return to thee,

To thee return thy home-sick daughters.1

And camels rich, from Midian's tents,

Shall lay their treasures down before thee; And Saba bring her gold and scents,

To fill thy air and sparkle o'er thee.

See, who are these that, like a cloud,

Are gathering from all earth's dominions, Like doves, long absent, when allow'd Homeward to shoot their trembling pinions.

Surely the isles shall wait for me,*

The ships of Tarshish round will hover, To bring thy sons across the sea,

And waft their gold and silver over.

And Lebanon thy pomp shall grace®—
The fir, the pine, the palm victorious
Shall beautify our Holy Place,

And make the ground I tread on glorious.

No more shall Discord haunt thy ways,
Nor ruin waste thy cheerless nation;
But thou shalt call thy portals, Praise,
And thou shalt name thy walls, Salvation.

The sun no more shall make thee bright,"
Nor moon shall lend her lustre to thee;
But GoD, Himself, shall be thy Light,

And flash eternal glory through thee.
Thy sun shall never more go down;

A ray, from Heav'n itself descended, Shall light thy everlasting crown

Thy days of mourning all are ended.

My own, elect, and righteous Land!

The Branch, forever green and vernal, Which I have planted with this handLive thou shalt in Life Eternal.

THERE IS A BLEAK DESERT.

(AIR.-CRESCENTINI.)

THERE is a bleak Desert, where daylight grows

weary

Of wasting its smile on a region so dreary

What may that desert be?

'Tis Life, cheerless Life, where the few joys that

come

Are lost like that daylight, for 'tis not their home.

There is a lone Pilgrim, before whose faint eyes
The water he pants for but sparkles and flies-
Who may that Pilgrim be?

"Tis Man, hapless Man, through this life tempted on By fair shining hopes, that in shining are gone.

There is a bright Fountain, through that Desert stealing

To pure lips alone its refreshment revealing-
What may that Fountain be?

'Tis Truth, holy Truth, that, like springs under ground,

By the gifted of Heaven alone can be found.10

There is a fair Spirit, whose wand hath the spell
To point where those waters in secrecy dwell-
Who may that Spirit be?

"Tis Faith, humble faith, who hath learn'd that, where'er

Her wand bends to worship, the Truth must be there!

SINCE FIRST THY WORD.

(AIR. NICHOLAS FREEMAN.)

SINCE first Thy Word awaked my heart, Like new life dawning o'er me,

1" Lift up thine eyes round about, and see; all they gather themselves together, they come to thee: thy sons shall come from afar, and thy daughters shall be nursed at thy side."Isaiah, Ix.

"The multitude of camels shall cover thee; the dromedaries of Midian and Ephah; all they from Sheba shall come; they shall bring gold and incense."-lb.

"Who are these that fly as a cloud, and as the doves to their windows?"—Ib.

Surely the isles shall wait for me, and the ships of Tarshish first, to bring thy sons from far, their silver and their gold with them."-Ib.

The glory of Lebanon shall come unto thee; the firtree, the pine-tree, and the box together, to beautify the place of my sanctuary; and I will make the place of my feet glorious."—1b.

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1" And that they should publish and proclaim in all their cities, and in Jerusalem, saying, Go forth unto the mount, and fetch olive-branches," &c., &c.-Neh. viii. 15.

"For since the days of Jeshua the son of Nun unto that day had not the children of Israel done so: and there was very great gladness."-Neh. viii. 17.

Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon."-Josh. x. 12.

Fetch olive-branches, and pine-branches, and myrtlebranches, and palm-branches, and branches of thick trees, to make booths."-Neh. viii. 15.

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LORD stood firm on dry ground in the midst of Jordan, and all the Israelites passed over on dry ground."-Josh. iii. 17. "Shout against her round about."-Jer. 1. 15.

"Set ye up a standard in the land, blow the trumpet among the nations, prepare the nations against her, call together against her the kingdoms," &c., &c.-Jer. li. 27.

"Oh thou that dwellest upon nany waters, . . . . thine end is come."-Jer. li. 13.

9"Make bright the arrows; gather the shields. ... set up the standard upon the walls of Babylon."-Jer. li 11, 12. 10 "Wo unto them! for their day is come, the time of their visitation !"-Jer. 1. 27.

THE SUMMER FÊTE

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THE HONORABLE MRS. NORTON.

FOR the groundwork of the following Poem I am indebted to a memorable Fête, given some years since, at Boyle Farm, the seat of the late Lord Henry Fitzgerald. In commemoration of that evening-of which the lady to whom these pages are inscribed was, I well recollect, one of the most distinguished ornaments-I was induced at the time to write some verses, which were afterwards, however, thrown aside unfinished, on my discovering that the same task had been undertaken by a noble poet,' whose playful and happy jeu-d'esprit on the subject has since been published. It was but lately, that, on finding the fragments of my own sketch among my papers, I thought of founding on them such a description of an imaginary Fête as might furnish me with situations for the introduction of music.

Such is the origin and object of the following Poem, and to MRS. NORTON it is, with every feeling of admiration and regard, inscribed by her father's warmly attached friend,

Sloperton Cottage, November, 1831.

THOMAS MOORE.

THE SUMMER FÊTE.

"WHERE are ye now, ye summer days, "That once inspired the poet's lays? "Bless'd time! ere England's nymphs and swains,

"For lack of sunbeams, took to coals"Summers of light, undimm'd by rains, "Whose only mocking trace remains "In watering-pots and parasols."

Thus spoke a young Patrician maid, As, on the morning of that Fête

1 Lord Francis Egerton.

Which bards unborn shall celebrate, She backward drew her curtain's shade, And, closing one half-dazzled eye, Peep'd with the other at the skyTh' important sky, whose light or gloom Was to decide, this day, the doom Of some few hundred beauties, wits, Blues, Dandies, Swains, and Exquisites.

Faint were her hopes; for June had now
Set in with all his usual rigor!
Young Zephyr yet scarce knowing how
To nurse a bud, or fan a bough,

But Eurus in perpetual vigor ;
And, such the biting summer air,
That she, the nymph how nestling there-
Snug as her own bright gems recline,
At night, within their cotton shrine-
Had, more than once, been caught of late
Kneeling before her blazing grate,
Like a young worshipper of fire,

With hands uplifted to the flame, Whose glow, as if to woo them nigher,

Through the white fingers flushing came

But oh! the light, th' unhoped-for light,
That now illumed this morning's heaven!
Up sprung Iänthe at the sight,

Though-hark!-the clocks but strike eleven,
And rarely did the nymph surprise
Mankind so early with her eyes.

Who now will say that England's sun

(Like England's self, these spendthrift days) His stock of wealth hath near outrun,. And must retrench his golden raysPay for the pride of sunbeams past, And to mere moonshine come at last?

"Calumnious thought!" Iänthe cries,

While coming mirth lit up each glance, And, prescient of the ball, her eyes Already had begun to dance: For brighter sun than that which now Sparkled o'er London's spires and towers, Had never bent from heaven his brow

To kiss Firenze's City of Flowers.

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