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POSTSY. '1 lit 1 <>Ii:>v. ing poem is founded upon the inr:i dents contained in the* ith chapttr of the Hook of fudges. I’ the pen of Si mnkh Lincoi.s j i’wiu ,r if t!ie “ Cities of the Hun,” ui 1 ! ••t|.--i wf-ilv of merit We think our renders will ! with ns that it exhibits deep thought and | abounds v.jth beautiful poct.c images. THE ( HIKE or IIAZltK. O'er Tabor’s height and Esdraelon’s plain, ! ln morn is breaking with a mIv r\ swell OCI,-!,!, so hca, fni, that it doth float In the blest air, 1 ‘:r breathing pn, tr\. The mountain hi. r/.e comes o’er the ilewv flowers M :tli all the freshness anil ehisiiirn bloom Of the \ on11a lit art expanding— (Oh ! how soot] To latch the fatal i pros) ofgudt !) W lift) its first thong' 's run wild in glorious dreanis tit lain-land or parad.-e ; and buds tan.how plumage hit on high their soups, Vi hose mellow music, breathes of jot and love ; Along the twos batiks, o’er ruggi il shelves And sunny pebbles, leaps the hung brook, Uejoicing m the day-spring, wild ,t chinks The i arliest glory of the sunlight's push ; And the sweet tact of liatuie weals a smile Of beauty like the image of its (,od. Tin gloi ioiia Temple, Heaven! thy matchless works , \\ b) slioulfl the evil i nter ? why Hie voice Of wailing rise—the hollow groan of death — The savage shriek of carnage' why should blood I Dye the ilatk soil (iiat givetli life to (lowers, And n.ingle with the sunn) lowland rill, Whose music tells of quietness and love ' — Alas 1 that man, whose hours arc verv brief, Should seek to check the'race that soon end I j i no roar ot oaltle sonic to holiow moai ; T'ar o’er tiie reeking field, ami fast he tied, I he haughty Chief of I hi/.or, Sisera, From Ins henetted chariot, and alone, Like a shimn’d leper, held his rapid way Through the tlaik woods ct Tabor. Ne’er before Had .labiu’s captain quail’d, though fearless foes And mighty had come down upon his host, Like an unbroken cataract; but now The hero fled in panic haste, and oft He shudder’d as he heard the victor shout Behind ; and then his proud oVrmaster’d heart Fell in his besom, like the’ puiple haze Upon the desert pilgrim, while he thought That spear and ox-goad had availed against His archers, clad in armor, and the strength Of iron chariots, drawn by barbed steeds. It is a bitter thing to see the pride ot a high spirit thus east >1.in n and crush’d llcuca'h the daikness of its destiny ; The toil of y ears repaid, in cue daik hour, By scorn and infamy ; the patient thought, The watching and the weariness—the brur.t * >i battle and the countless u ots of v. ar All home in v::in : the lofty consciousness >1 high deserve g mantled o’er with shame . And he, who long hath ht cn the battlement o! Ins adoring country —in whose eye I'he King hath r ad the oracles of war— '.t hose dhi'ed cd'diicr, like a glorious star M ath light".i oft the path r.i victory, n on~ bn.i ;.our enthron’d from men's esteem, .nd .hi'.'.'!, " irth from his own place of pride— . .. on- : , t—with u price upon Ins head ! Dark was the sou! of Sisera ! Ills king "lad gazed upon him, with an eye, whose light dad slicd its glory o’er Ins path I hr. brow 'lad guamcd with victor radiance o’er the cl icf; tri.’ higher honors mark’d bis last threw c'd. Die hoary sc-r of AMitaroth had blessed Civ w arrior when he parted for the light. Airmenshad sca't~?'u roses in his path, And beardless heys liclore Ins wav horse run, Shouting the name of Sisera I s-ti now— "for slain nor sector1 thus ’-’.frro tire foe, The sons of herdnrcen, hurrying1 like a bann’d And outlaw'd thief 1 The Chiefhad recked of death And feared it not ; fie had not thought of das f Alas ! he knew not till this hour, how much I he human heart rnaj hear—how darkh work Tlu mysteries of dcstmy—how low t he loftiest may be humbled, and the best Stained, spurned and branded—sealed and garner ed ui) T'i meet the doom their pride seeks not to shun ! I he mists of morn still linger’d in the vale, I hat skirted the deep base of l abor’s height ; And hutriedh, through the dark mazes ef the wood, lie (letl and threw aside his cusfpie and spear, And mail ot many shekels, for his strength ll.el sunk in the wild battle, where he wrought I he last deeds of his high renown—and now What more could proven arms avail the Chief? Ills glorious name was lost—Ins honor soiled— If - proud king’s curse hung o’er him—and he heard I w lurking Catamites, around the throne, t\ Visper disgrace and craven treachery ! Suing by tiie thought, he broke his gory sword, And threw the blade dishorn ltd in the brook, lint kep the jewelh d hilt, for there were words And names of glorious import graven there ! lie paused not e’en to quail the lucid stream, Or ba'he his burning forehead—but kept on_ The mighty, though the fallen Siscra I The warrior came to Jacl’s tent. 11 is limbs Were weary, anti 1ns mighty frame grew weak In die despairing sickness of his heart. With a fair faithlessness, the subtle wife, Ot liefer wooed the warrior from his path, Who nothing craved but safety and a cup ot water from the fountain that leap’d up Amid the palm grove, in w hose centre stood The Kenitc’s tent—upon the border land. Atid he lay down within ; the beaded dew Of his soul’s agony hung on his brow, The at row’s bloody path was o’er his breast, I hat heaved as it would burst in the wild war Of master passions—blasted pride, and shame That gasped for vengeance—aiul revenge that quail ed Before disgrace—and mocked the heart it seared. I tie -litna of the bosom never steeps ! The fever of wild enterprise—the rush, I he roar of strife—the speed of hot pursuit Or breathless flight, fitt the proud heart with power I'.’eii when the gloiy’s lost—but when the pause follows, and the discerning mind behulds The universal ruin—the w ild w aste Ot all its honors—the disgrace, despair, And desolation—it doth sink to sleep, The oblivion of all hope, all human fear, i he only blessedness not reft away, 1 ike a sweet child that knoweth not a care. Though allied to the invaders of their rich And pleasant heritage—their ancient lot— Vet Ueber long had llourishtd ’neath the smile til lla/or’s king—nor wrong had he sustained, Nor injury in word or deed. His days Had glided on m peace since he had dw elt In Uarosbeth of the nations, and his tent Had found due honour in the w iidest strife, Nor had the deepest w ant unjustly snatched An ew e lamb from his flock —But, thro’ all times, I he oulu heart, the ready hand hath wrought ft oe to the giver, and confiding .truth ItVt uv’d a dark reuard ! Lake a fair tree, '! he evil flourish to a reverend age— The gooti wear out their strength in early youth And perish—and their memories are forgot ! — It is a sickening task to look abroad '1 ins da: k and evil world ! high hearts must bleed Beneath the torture- generous feelings turn To anguish ’neath the infliction of the vile, And the proud power of thought become a curse Amid the meshes of men’s villanies ! i .ms it hath ever been—and Heaven’s great name Must bear ‘die dark reflection of man’s deeds, 1 or witii its holiness he covereth them. The warrior slumbered deeply—and the folds Of his (l.irk mantle quiver’d as the breath 1 iiisher! forth, like a wild torrent, fuun a heart "'far} ami worn and tried and broken now When its proud pulse throbbed deepest. The orient morn Was beautiful as dreams of other realms ; I lie palm was full of music, and the pine Sent up mysterious melody ; the hues Of the rich lotus and bright aloe glowed, " I'ile from the soft green sale the mellow' air Stole through the tent and breathed upon the brotv Of Sisera as he slept I Jael drew near " ith feathery footsteps, like a guilty thing. And listened as she bent o’er the dark Chief. Her starting eye did wander in wild fear, Allemon light was on her brow—her lips Had that compression, which implies resolve tit something terrible ; upon tier cheek, Mid corsehke paleness, sat the hectic spot Ol the assassin—from the accusing heart A fearful witness! and her coal black hair l ell in unequal clusters down her neck, I hat had a swan-like curve, and, as she bent, Dropped o’er her panting bosom—Site came neat. And drew aside the covering from the face Ot the dark warrior chief, and on him gazed. Dark were the dreams of Sisera ! Ilis brow, Scarr’d by the casque of w ar, and harrowed up \\ ith many burning thoughts and sleepless cares. Quivered convulsively ; his sallow cheek Was flushed by the last fever of his heart j His mighty bosom rose and fell, like seas When the great spirit of the tempest reigns; Ilis hand, still gauntletted, had grasped the hilt Of his dishonour’d sabre, and his lips Mutter'd strange w ords that sounded mournfully ; (Ilis spirit fought the battle o’er again, And he was struggling for the victory ) Dark Sisera arose and drave his sword Through the thick tent—and smiled , and then sunk down As it it nought availed—and sighed, like one Whose hopes have vanished—whose despair is fix’d; And slumber’d vet more deeply—though the shades Ot thought passed o’er his war-worn countenance I.ike mountain shadows o’er a mirror’d lake. Jnel knelt down beside the chief, and drew Aside his clustering locks, which toil and suffering llad changed from the dark beauty of his youth, And like a fiend, gazed on the chieftain —Pause ' Woman ! hast thou a son > There’s one afar To whom that warrior’s filial smile is dear ! K’en now she looketh for her child--her heart Is trembling for her fiut-born and her best ! Hast thou a hoy, dark .lael ?—Lo 1 her lips Murmur—“ My son shall judge the land for this, “ A glory to the nation of the Lord !” (Thou Merciful 1 why dost thou spare the guilt. That clothes ilself in thine all spotless name !) Lifting the fatal weapon, while her eve Glowed with a dark ferocity, she drave, At one quick blow, the iron through his brain. Tp, like a goaded lion, sprang the Chief ! The burning blood poured down his long dark beard, And fell, like lava, on Ins bosom—still His strength was equal to the deadly strife Of man with man. Hut when the hero saw A woman’s triumph o’er him—when he felt His uttermost disgrace—thus—thus to die Alone, unhonor’d, by a woman’s hand, Without a word, a signal, or a look. He fell; his giant limbs relaxed—his head Rolled on the earth—and his last quivering gasp Went forth like an undying curse of doom. So perish’d Hazor’s pride ! Oh, happier thus To die, the mighty by the weak—the great By the low dastard, than to live a scorn, A blot, a loathing, an assassin host, A dark-soul’d traitor! Jael ! be thy name A damned sound—a word that blasts the lips Till the wild Arab doth a deed like thine '