THE RESTORATION OF THE

ROYAL FAMILY.

And Barzillai said unto the King, How long have I to live, that I should go up with the King unto Jerusalem? 2 Sam xix. 34.

AS when the Paschal week is o'er,
Sleeps in the silent aisles no more
The breath of sacred song,
But by the rising Saviour's light
Awaken'd soars in airy flight,

Or deepening rolls along ";

The while round altar, niche, and shrine,
The funeral evergreens entwine,

And a dark brilliance cast,

The brighter for their hues of gloom,

e The organ is silent in many Churches during Passion week ; and in some it is the custom to put up evergreen boughs at Easter as well as at Christmas time.

Tokens of Him, who through the tomb
Into high glory pass'd:

Such were the lights and such the strains,
When proudly stream'd o'er Ocean plains
Our own returning Cross;

For with that triumph seem'd to float
Far on the breeze one dirgelike note
Of orphanhood and loss.

Father and King, O where art thou?
A greener wreath adorns thy brow,
And clearer rays surround;
O for one hour of prayer like thine,
To plead before th' all-ruling shrine
For Britain lost and found!

And hef, whose mild persuasive voice
Taught us in trials to rejoice,

Most like a faithful Dove,

That by some ruin'd homestead builds,
And pours to the forsaken fields

His wonted lay of love :

Read Fell's Life of Hammond, p. 283-296, Oxford 1806.

Why comes he not to bear his part,
To lift and guide th' exulting heart?—
A hand that cannot spare

Lies heavy on his gentle breast:

We wish him health; he sighs for rest, And Heaven accepts the prayer.

Yes, go in peace, dear placid spright,

Ill spar'd; but would we store aright Thy serious sweet farewell,

We need not grudge thee to the skies, Sure after thee in time to rise,

With thee for ever dwell.

Till then, whene'er with duteous hand,

Year after year, my native Land

Her royal offering brings,

Upon the Altar lays the Crown,
And spreads her robes of old renown
Before the King of Kings,

Be some kind spirit, likest thine,
Ever at hand, with airs divine

The wandering heart to seize; Whispering, "How long hast thou to live, “That thou should'st Hope or Fancy give "To flowers or crowns like these?"

THE ACCESSION.

As I was with Moses, so I will be with thee; I will not fail thee, nor forsake thee. Joshua i. 5.

THE voice that from the glory came
To tell how Moses died unseen,
And waken Joshua's spear of flame

To victory on the mountains green,
Its trumpet tones are sounding still,
When Kings or Parents pass away,
They greet us with a cheering thrill
Of power and comfort in decay.

Behind the soft bright summer cloud
That makes such haste to melt and die,

Our wistful gaze is oft allow'd

A glimpse of the unchanging sky:
Let storm and darkness do their worst;

For the lost dream the heart may ache,
The heart may ache, but may not burst:

Heaven will not leave thee nor forsake.