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WHERE IS YOUR DWELLING, YE SAINTED?

(AIR. HASSE.)

WHERE is your dwelling, ye Sainted?

Through what Elysium more bright
Than fancy or hope ever painted,
Walk ye in glory and light?

Who the same kingdom inherits?
Breathes there a soul that may

Look to that world of Spirits,

Or hope to dwell with you

Sages! who, ev'n in exploring

dare

there?

Nature through all her bright ways,

Went, like the Seraphs, adoring,

And veil'd your eyes in the blaze

Martyrs who left for our reaping

your

blood

Truths you had sown in
Sinners! whom long years of weeping

Chasten'd from evil to good

Maidens who, like the young Crescent, Turning away your pale brows

From earth, and the light of the Present, Look'd to your Heavenly Spouse — Say, through what region enchanted

Walk

ye, in Heaven's sweet air?

Say, to what spirits 'tis granted,

Bright souls, to dwell with you there?

How lightly mounts the Muse's wing,

Whose theme is in the skies

Like morning larks, that sweeter sing
The nearer Heav'n they rise.

Though Love his magic lyre may tune,
Yet ah, the flow'rs he round it wreathes
Were pluck'd beneath pale Passion's moon,
Whose madness in their odour breathes.

How purer far the sacred lute,

Round which Devotion ties

Sweet flow'rs that turn to heav'nly fruit,

And palm that never dies.

Though War's high-sounding harp may be

Most welcome to the hero's ears,

Alas, his chords of victory

Are wet, all o'er, with human tears.

How far more sweet their numbers run,
Who hymn, like Saints above,

No victor, but th' Eternal One,
No trophies but of Love!

GO FORTH TO THE MOUNT.

(AIR. STEVENSON.)

Go forth to the Mount - bring the olive-branch

home *,

And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come! From that time, when the moon upon Ajalon's vale, Looking motionless down‡, saw the kings of the

earth,

In the presence of God's mighty Champion, grow

pale

Oh, never had Judah an hour of such mirth! Go forth to the Mount-bring the olive-branch home, And rejoice, for the day of our Freedom is come!

*"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 Joshua the son of Nun unto that day had not the children of Israel done so and there was very great gladness.” — Ib. 17.

"Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon,

in the valley of Ajalon.”

Josh. x. 12.