Her brow all radiantly illumed by hope,
She stood beside thy rushing, liquid tide
Of red-hot lava in its maddest flow,

And as the sulphury vapors, wreathing, rolled
In eddying fire-lit waves round her tall form,
She seemed divine as thus she calmly spoke:

"In His great name who died for men I come, To prove to my lost race the living God! And here, O Pele! superstition's myth! I do defy thee on thy throne of power! If thou existest, whelm me 'neath thy waves, Pour on me all thy scorching lava flood, Or suffocate me with thy sulphury breath, Or close around me all thy lakes of fire!

But no, the fresh breeze lifts the sulphury clouds,

The waves subside, the fiery jets decrease;

God calms thy vortex as the restless sea;
I trample here on thy pretended power,
And cry, Io Jehova! in thy depths;
Io Jehova! let the triumph ring,

Till all the isles shall know the living God!"
She passed majestic o'er the lava vale,
As a triumphant smile illumed her face,
God-like and noble, born of faith and hope.

Now sable night hangs o'er thee, Kilauea,
But night illumined by thy sulphury glare;
Thy seven seething lakes light up the clouds
With an unearthly and demoniac glow,
The fever flush from thy hot heart of flame,
The hectic glow of an expiring world.

Now the waves flash, and, eddying, whirl and leap 'Gainst crumbling shores of glass-like lava cliffs, Where Pele's fair hair waves in sulphury steam; The fiery jets, fierce bubbling, chase each other, Like flame-maned coursers on their burning track, Then disappear, lost in the raging gulf; Ever with northward flow the current sweeps, Crackling and sparkling in red fissures deep, As the cooled surface breaks, like fields of ice, And dark-red lava heaps in fiery drift.

Thou seemest not of earth; thy red waves come, Up,- rushing from that central, fiery sea, Beneath earth's ocean that resistless wars With all that forms this planet's fragile crust. And as I gaze upon thy deep abyss, Thoughts of the grandeur of Eternal Power Sweep o'er the mind in wild magnificence, To far past ages, when Creative Will

Flashed through this planet's incandescent mass
Ere the earth's crust was cooled, or the vast sea,
Condensing, fell from seething atmosphere,

On lava beds just cooling round the poles.
Around me are God's forges, in the domes
Of mountains vast that pierce the blue of heaven,
And from their snowy diadems look down
On plains of lava blackening to the sea,
And in the line of lessening cones that sweep
From thy weird chasm by pit-craters deep;
Here in Time's morn, red columns flamed from ocean,
Hurled boiling back the hot and vapory waves,

With blazing cataracts of liquid fire,

Till this great isle arose, a smoking mass
Of fire-scorched cinders, as the giant tread
Of the mad earthquake stamped it into form!

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W. C. Jones.

WHE

LAHAINA.

WHERE the wave tumbles;
Where the reef rumbles;

Where the sea sweeps

Under bending palm-branches,

Sliding its snow-white
And swift avalanches;

Where the sails pass

O'er an ocean of glass,

Or trail their dull anchors

Down in the sea-grass.

Where the hills smoulder;
Where the plains smoke;
Where the peaks shoulder
The clouds like a yoke;
Where the dear isle
Has a charm to beguile

As she rests in the lap
Of the seas that enfold her.

Where shadows falter;

Where the mist hovers
Like steam that covers
Some ancient altar.

Where the sky rests
On deep wooded crests;
Where the clouds lag,
Where the sun floats
His glittering moats,
Swimming the rainbows
That girdle the crag.

Where the new-comer
In deathless summer

Dreams away troubles;

Where the grape blossoms

And blows its sweet bubbles.

Where the goats cry

From the hillside corral;

Where the fish leap

In the weedy canal,—

In the shallow lagoon

With its waters forsaken, Where the dawn struggles

With night for an hour, Then breaks like a tropical Bird from its bower.

Where from the long leaves
The fresh dew is shaken;

Where the wind sleeps

And where the birds waken !

Charles Warren Stoddard.

KAMEHAMEHA HYMN.

[AWAII! sea-girt laud!

H

Strong for thy monarch stand; Sons of the ancient band,

Stand for your King!

Hawaii's true-born sons,
Cherish the high-born ones,

From old their lineage runs,

Guard the young chiefs!

Hawaii! young and brave,
Thine 'tis thyself to save!
Hopeful thy banner wave
Upward, and on!

O Thou who reign'st above,
Father of might and love!
Grant that thy peaceful dove
Brood o'er our land.

King Kalakaua. Tr. H. L. Sheldon.

HAWAIIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM.

TERNAL Father, mighty God!

ETERNAL

Behold us, from thy blest abode; To thee we turn, for thou wilt care To listen to our humble prayer.