THE ENGLISH BURIAL-GROUND. ALTHOUGH MY HOUSE BE NOT SO WITH GOD, YET HATH HE MADE WITH ME AN EVERLASTING COVENANT, ORDERED IN ALL THINGS AND SURE, FOR THIS IS ALL MY SALVATION, AND ALL MY DESIRE, ALTHOUGH HE MAKE IT NOT TO GROW.1-2 SAM. XXIII. 5. WILL Rome then yield a place of rest To those who will not own Or kiss her priestly throne? She will she points a plot of ground, 'Inscription on one of the tomb-stones. Enough! we hail the outer ward, May well our bones protect- 'Tis meet, since we refuse to share It matters not-they sleep as sweet, We sought with her in life no part; Refused to gild her shame. We asked no faint or jaundiced ray, To point the Source of living day, Our guide, THE Life, the Truth, the Way, We owned no other name. The pyramid of Caius Cestius. 160413 A long array we may not boast Of conquests won o'er Hell's proud host, One work is our's, more choice than gold, No marble from Sicilia brought, Nor form by skilful chisel wrought, Yet, glorying in our second birth, For tho' our house be not with Him, As His commands require, Our service stained, our graces dim, Upon the heart His broad seal prest, And to His heav'n aspire.' 1 John vi. 29. We know who rightful claims our faith, Nor heed Earth, Hell, or tyrant Death, Tho' they denounce our name! Without the gate the Saviour bled, We thank thee, Rome, for this green field, Howe'er by thee unblest: We thank thee more, thou would'st not yield A place upon thy breast! On thy bent brow there is a sign, Tho' fiercely flushed with harlot-wine, That notes thee doomed to wrath divine; Far rather would we rest our dead, Where Spring nor Summer bloom, Than ask of thee, when life is fled, The same proud, common tomb. When on thy crown the death-bolts lower, The thought will cheer us in that hour; They shared not in thy pride of power, They share not in thy doom! ' 1 Heb. xiii. 12, 13. THE APPIAN WAY. AND SO WE WENT TOWARD ROME, AND FROM THENCE, WHEN THE BRETHREN HEARD OF US, THEY CAME TO MEET US AS FAR AS APPII FORUM, AND THE THREE TAVERNS, WHOM, WHEN PAUL SAW, HE THANKED GOD AND TOOK COURAGE.-ACTS XXVIII. 14. 15. How strong the love, that binds Two souls in Friendship's bonds, when days are young, -Yet Passion soon, too soon, an entrance finds, How strong a lover's love, When Youth and Beauty lean upon his arm, Nor heeds its cry. |