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Are these our prospects then?
Is such our destiny?
Ah! wherefore should immortal men
E'er build their hopes beneath the sky.
And why should unbelief
Her cold, dark mantle spread
To wrap him round in hopeless grief,
And with the night-shade wreathe his head.
Be mine, trust in the word
Of our Creator-God:
Faith in the blood of Christ the Lord,
Whose Spirit lights my upward road.—
Then whether now in dreams,
Or when at last I die,
Whether my spirit only seems,
Or really soars, to worlds on high.
I'm safe beneath His care,
Yes! mysteries hold their sway
A WORD FOR PEACE.
"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you,"-John xiv. 27.
IF such the legacy bequeathed
If such the meek injunctions breathed
His kingdom is not of this world!
The banner, from his cross unfurl'd,
The Christian's warfare is within-
Whence come your wars, frail worms of dust?
Envy and hatred, greed and lust,
Which in your members war: Dwells such a dark, unhallow'd host, In temples of the holy Ghost?
When angels first, to shepherds' ears,
"Glory to God, who dwells on high;
Tow'rd men-good-will and unity!"
When CHRIST, on Calvary's blood-stain'd hill,
His life a ransom paid,
What peaceful love, triumphant still,
Prompted the prayer he pray'd!
A prayer-how tender, brief and true,-
'Tis by its fruit the tree is known;
The test of truth is love!
Thank God! this gospel truth, no more
From sea to sea, from shore to shore,
'Till earth below, and heaven above,
THE BURNT MOUNTAIN.
THE prophet Jeremiah, in denouncing God's wrath against Babylon, makes use of these remarkable expressions. "I will stretch out mine hand upon thee, and roll thee down from thy rocks, and will make thee a burnt mountain." (ch. li. 25.)
Our engraving shews how literally this has been done, as it represents a part of the ruins of that once mighty city thrown down from its foundation, and exhibiting on the summit of the ruinous heap, "immense fragments of brick-work, of no determinate figure, tumbled together and converted into solid vitrified masses, as if they had undergone the fiercest fire, or been blown up with gunpowder." It is, in fact, a burnt mountain, fused either by the direct or intermediate agency of the God of heaven-not improbably by lightning.
Of this mound, Mr. Rich, in his memoir on the ruins of Babylon, says, "I visited the Birs, under circumstances peculiarly favorable to the grandeur of its effect; the morning was at first stormy, and VOL. VI. 4th SERIES.