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Vol. I, No. 2 |
The Chamber of the Dyingby Grace Aguilar |
We take much pleasure in presenting our readers with the following beautiful lines from our highly gifted correspondent Miss Grace Aguilar, extracted from No. 39 of the Voice of Jacob. We hope to be favoured soon with original articles from her pen; in the mean time this must suffice, fully convinced that such sentiments lose nothing by being twice printed. We may as well in this place as elsewhere request those on whom the spirit of song has fallen, to enrich our pages with their contributions. It is comely to those whom the Lord has endowed to raise to Him their thoughts, to incite others by their harmonious words to come and seek refuge at the foot of his throne. For such an object it was that the ancient bards of Israel poured forth their undying melodies; and their inspirations yet warm the heart and invigorate the soul. It is true that sacred poetry is not likely to be as popular for the moment as that which sings of the passions of man, of war, of love, of desolation; but we would sooner be the author of a single living verse whereby the spirit may be soothed and pious feelings awakened, like the poetry of Scripture, than of all the romances that were ever written. We trust that our friends will agree with us in this; and that they will endeavour to respond to our request. We know that poetry like that of the Bible is not likely to be produced now, but something in its spirit may; and this we would gladly receive, and this too, we are sure, will please our readers. 'Tis holy, when the morning peeps 'Tis holy, in that hour of eve, 'Tis holy, when the glistening rays 'Tis holy, when the choral song 'Tis holy, when loud thunders roar, But holier e'en than these, the shrine, There:--God is there. He calls His own, 'Tis on an angel that we gaze, 'Tis holy!--holy thus to rest, |