Upon that consecrated band, the followers of the Lord. He would not shield his aged frame from vengeance or from death, By coward act of perfidy-denial of the faith. Deny the faith! nay! it was bound unto the spirit's life; The gnarled oak is not more firm, amid the whirlwind strife. Death was the portal to the skies, but treachery would be Parting the anchorage of hope for all eternity! O, tyrant of a trembling world! how weak thy puny arm; The body's life is in thy power, the soul's thou canst not harm! Thy manacles may cramp these limbs, thou may'st destroy this clay; There thy authority must end, the spirit spurns thy sway! When thou canst curb the lightning's track, or hush the winds to peace; Fetter the free-winged elements, bid ocean's roar to cease; ST. JOHN IN EXILE. Arrest the sun in mid-day course, the wheels of nature bind; 147 Then may'st thou fling thy chains around the unconquerable mind. Oh, false the thought that gloomy fears on the christian's rest intrude, When shut from a corrupting world, in quiet solitude. Congenial spirits from above, stoop downward to his prayer, And come on wings of holy love, to sojourn with him there. And he who left the city's throng, to seek his island home, Left but a wilderness behind, through paradise to roam. He stepped upon the rocky strand, and bade the world farewell; Angels, and heaven, and God, came down with him on earth to dwell. Nature in all her varied charms to him was given yet, The marvels and the pomps of heaven, with earth's in concord met. Far in the bosom of the deep, Greece, living Greece' appeared, And there the clustering Cyclades' round, their forms of beauty reared :— Vibrations of a thousand strings, in music met his ear; The glorious canopy of stars, the sky serenely clear: The winds and waters whispered peace upon the lonely shore, And white-winged spirits of repose brooded its stillness o'er. But views of loftier, holier things, to him were granted there. The New-Jerusalem appeared, in dazzling splendor crowned; Bright jasper walls, with gates of pearl, encircled it around. The future glories of the Church in vision were revealed; And mingling songs of earth and heaven, in swelling peans pealed. The reign of error, long usurped, was prostrate o'er the world; 1 ST. JOHN IN EXILE. And the banners of redeeming love, triumphantly unfurled. 149 This was the exile's solitude-celestial visions given; Communion with the world denied, communion held with heaven! THE FIRST-BORN. то MR. AND MRS. G BY THE EDITOR. SWEET blossom opening to the light of life, O cherish it with undissembled joy |