A gallery of famous English and American poets . gentle stream : then rose the song, the loud Acclaim of praise ; the wheeling plover ceased Her plaint; the sohtary place was glad. And on the distant cairns, the watchers ear Caught doubtfully at times the breeze-borne note. But years more gloomy followed, and no more The assembled people dared, in face of day. To worship God, or even at the dead Of night, save wlien the wintry storm raved fierce And thunder-peals compelled the men of blood To couch within their dens ; then dauntlessly The scattered few would meet, in some deep dell By rocks oe
A gallery of famous English and American poets . gentle stream : then rose the song, the loud Acclaim of praise ; the wheeling plover ceased Her plaint; the sohtary place was glad. And on the distant cairns, the watchers ear Caught doubtfully at times the breeze-borne note. But years more gloomy followed, and no more The assembled people dared, in face of day. To worship God, or even at the dead Of night, save wlien the wintry storm raved fierce And thunder-peals compelled the men of blood To couch within their dens ; then dauntlessly The scattered few would meet, in some deep dell By rocks oer-canopied, to hear the voice, Their faithful pastors voice : he by the gleam Of sheeted lightning oped the sacred book. And words of comfort spake : over their souls His accents soothing came—-as to her young The heath-fowls plumes, when at the close of eve She gathers in her mournful brood dispersed By murderous sport, and oer the remnant spreads Fondly her wings; close nestling neath her breast They cherished cower amid the purple c/^e^^^y 4^;^ ^^T^^A.^ KIRKE WHITE. THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. When, marslmllcd on the nightly plain,The glittering host bestucl the sky, One star alone, of all the train,(an fix the sinners wandering eye. 221 THE STAR OK BETHLEHEM. 225 Hark! bark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem;But one alone the Saviour speaks. It is the Star of Bethlehem. Once on the raging seas I rode, The storm was loud—the night was dark;The ocean yawned—and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark. Deep horror then my vitals froze, Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem; When suddenly a star arose,—It was the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease;And through the storm and dangers thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored—my perils oer, Ill sing, first in nights and for evermore. The Star—the Star of Bethlehem ! 57 226 KIRKE WHITE. PEEMONIT
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