The seaman’s guide no more! All fade away!
And I, who gaze upon your glories now,
Desponding and afar, must I too share
The darkness of your ruin?—No—these powers
Though shrouded, were not given to fail with yours!
They live—to vaster and to loftier life
For ever swelling—when your orbs shall pass
Unheeded to the chaos whence they sprung.
SONG OF THE JEWISH EXILES.
“Observing many Jews walking about the place, and reposing along the brook Kedron in a pensive mood, the pathetic language of the Psalmist recurred to me as expressing the subject of their meditations;—‘By the rivers we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.’ On frequently inquiring the motive that prompted them in attempting to go to Jerusalem, the answer was—‘To die in the land of our fathers.’”