THE OLD JEW ON MOUNT MORIAH. He stood bewildered on his lonely hearth, For he had witnessed days of holy mirth The latest leaf upon the topmost bough Of the green olive that so lately threw Aloft its leafy arms when the glad spring was new Friendless and homeless! How unlike the past! Once honored scion of a noble stem; But now forsaken, desolate, the last Bright jewel of a kingly diadem; The last dim dew-drop of all those that gem The still lone valley where the sunbeams fall. He trod his ancient hills, but found on them Nought but his shivered altar-shrines, for all Was tomb-like hushed, and dark as with a funeral pall. THE SHEPHERDS' PLAIN. 'Dum servant oves invenerunt Agnum Dei."-JEROME BLESSED night, when first that plain Echoed with the joyful strain,— "Peace has come to earth again." Blessed hills, that heard the song Happy shepherds, on whose ear Happy shepherds, on whose eye THE SHEPHERDS' PLAIN. 241 Happy, happy Bethlehem, Judah's least but brightest gem, Where the rod from Jesse's stem, Scion of a princely race, Sprung in heaven's own perfect grace, Yet in feeble lowliness. This the woman's promised seed, Succorer of earth's great need. This the victor in our war, This the light of Jacob's star! Happy Judah, rise and own Babe of promise, born at last, After weary ages past, When our hopes were overcast. 242 THE SHEPHERDS' PLAIN. Babe of weakness, can it be, Child of meekness, can it be Of this world shall bend to thee? Child of poverty, art thou He to whom all heaven shall bow, And all earth shall the vow? pay Can that feeble head alone Bear the weight of such a crown, As belongs to David's Son? Can these helpless hands of thine, As belongs to Jesse's line? Heir of pain and toil, whom none In this evil day will own, Art thou the Eternal One? THE SHEPHERDS' PLAIN. Thou, o'er whom the sword and rod Thus revealed to shepherds' eyes, Entering by this narrow door, We adore thee as our King, Guarded by the shepherds' rod, Lamb of God, thy lowly name, 243 |