Oringinal Poetry.

New Zealander, Volume 10, Issue 890, 25 October 1854, Page 3

Original Poetry.

THE VOICE FROM JERUSALEM. There is a voice of grief from Carmel’s mount, There is a cry from Sion’s tower-crown’d steep, There is a wail by Siloa’s holy fount, And lamentation deep; And there are bursting hearts that stilly break, And woes that cease to weep. Unhappy Israel! dear to every heart,— Thy wrongs remembered, and thy sins forgot;— Oh, who can hear of thee as now thou art And feel and pity not! Discrowned Queen, and childless mother, sighing On earth's divinest spot! Surpassing land! The blue Levantine sea Washes thy shores by many a stately palm; The Chian sailor steers his bark near thee And straight the vesper psalm— Ave Maria! O sanctissima! — Steals through thy groves of balm. We have thy seers and bards, thy minstrel king, Judah's sweet singer. Shall we now forsake Or leave the comfortless, or pass one thing Which can atonement make, Shall unknown islands sit at purple feasts, And shall not thou partake. Lift up thy glorious forehead from the dust, Mother of nations! Bright and morning star! Rise from thy desolate palaces—thou must — Hear’st thou those sounds of war? They are the trumpet notes that herald forth Thy own triumphal car. See! In the Southern heavens the Cross is bent— Isle halloweth Isle—deep calleth unto deep— All things beneath the concave firmament Arouse them from their sleep. The seal is broken, and the vial shed, Oh Israel cease to weep! The gath'ring of thy scattered tribes is near, And Judah’s trampled vine shall bloom again; Those sweet strung harps that thou wert wont to hear, Raise their prophetic strain; Oh, by each deadly pang, the hearts last quiver, Let them not speak in vain. And hush’d shall be that cry from Carmel’s mount, And mute that voice from Sion’s tower-crowned hill, Lament shall cease by Siloa’s holy fount, And sorrow shall be still; O'er earth and sea one radiant brow shall reign One universal will. The Reign of Peace and Love — the thousand years — Nor night, nor rending partings, nor fierce pain When seraph hands shall wipe away those tears That were not dropt in vain; O’er all the world one solemn language blessing Messsiah' earthly reign. St. George. Auckland, October 15, 1854.