! 1 Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, And the same hand that sowed shall reap the field. To leafless shrubs the flowering palms succeed, The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead, The steer and lion at one crib shall meet, Pleased the green lustre of their scales survey, And with their forky tongue and pointless sting shall play. Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise! Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes! See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn ; And heaped with products of Sabean springs! And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow. The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, THE SAVIOUR. Το conquer and to save, the Son of God And round Him wrap the mantle of the sky. The clouds dropped down their fatness from on high; Beneath His feet the wild waves softly flowed, The grave unbolted half his grisly door (For darkness and the deep had heard His fame, Nor longer might their ancient rule endure); The mightiest of mankind stood hushed and tame; No strength He needed save His Father's name; Babes were His heralds, and His friends the poor. Reginald Heber. |