From Pisgah's hallow'd height the Seer surveys

Scenes yet to be, and deeds of future days;
Sees, unassail'd, the firm and solid wall

Bow to the clanging war-trump's sev'nfold call;
Views federate monarchs, trembling and dismay'd,
Bend to the conquering might of Joshua's blade;
And kindling marks, in triumph's happiest hour,
Jehovah's banner float from Salem's tow'r.

But, gift diviner far! his raptur'd eyes

See the true Prophet, the Messiah rise,

View Heav'n reveal'd, and, as from scenes too bright Retiring, shrink into the shades of night.

Where, boast of Israel, is thy secret tombe? Did Earth receive thee to her parent womb? Did Seraph-hands prepare the viewless pyre?

Or didst thou mount unchang'd on wings of fire?

e Deut. xxxiv. 6.

"this day."

"But no man knoweth of his tomb to

For many a tear o'er thee did Israel shed,

And mourn'd thy spirit, as thy cold corse, dead; Nor causeless mourn'd, for ne'er their thoughts could

rise

To deathless life, to worlds beyond the skies;

O it was dark with them; to their weak sight
The future all was wrapt in deepest night;
Or trembling Hope the distant scene display'd
Dim as the morn's grey dawn, or ev'ning's shade.
But on our view, bright beaming from afar,
Breaks the blest ray of Bethlehem's Morning Star,
While, purg'd from ev'ry film, Faith's angel eye
Mocks Time's thin veil, and scans Eternity.

For Christ, our holier Passover, is slain,

Lamb without spot, and pure from ev'ry stain, Pledge of that love, whose might resistless broke Sin's fiercer reign, and Satan's heavier yoke!

And He is present still-He still shall bless

The thorny path of life's rough wilderness.

He still bids springs of living water rise,

And heav'nly food, with ceaseless care, supplies.
And when by Death's cold stream we trembling stand,
The stream which bars us from our Promis'd Land,
His voice shall calm our fears, His hand shall guide
Our fainting footsteps through that fiercer tide,
And land us safely on our Canaan's shore,

Where Toil, and Tears, and Death are known no

more.

MATTHEW ROLLESTON,

UNIVERSITY COLLEGE.

MAHOMET.

ARGUMENT.

SUBJECT proposed.-Mahomet's triumphant return to Mecca-Apostrophe to the Caaba-legends connected with it. -The Prophet's feelings on reviewing the cave of Hera-the poem now reverts to the first idea and developement of his imposture, of which that cave had been the scene-obstacles to his early success-his courage under them-his flight from Mecca, and concealment in the cave of Thor-return to his present situation-he resolves to propagate his religion by the sword his address to his soldiers, including a description of the Mahometan paradise and hell—its effect upon them the conquest of Arabia-Mahomet, tired of war, resigns himself to pleasure-the loveliness of marriage superior to the delights of the Haram.-Mahomet's death-does not check the progress of his religion-the fall of Byzantiumthe arms and doctrines of the Moslems overrun PalestineAfrica-India.-Conclusion.

OF him, th' Impostor, who, in Mecca's fane, Rear'd the dark throne of Falsehood's impious reign;

Bade vanquish'd Faith confess his Prophet-nod,

And bath'd in blood the altars of his God;

Of him my Song would tell: nor Ye the theme,
Nymphs of Castalia! scorn, by your fair stream
Though yet unheard; for not more vast his sway,
Who to Hydaspes urg'd his victor way;

From West to East his rapid thunders hurl'd,
And, still unsated, ask'd another world.

Hush'd is the war: the torn and trampled slain
Tell that the fight was fierce on Beder's a plain;
While Faith's dark banner, as a gorgeous pall,
In awful triumph, waves from Mecca's wall.
And see! where, rais'd above Medina's bands,
High on the fane, th' Impostor-Prophet stands ;
The sword of Conquest slumbers in his sheath, t
And twice two hundred Idols blaze beneath.

a The scene of Mahomet's first great battle.