Like softest fall breathed from Æolian lute, Day of the Lord! (prophetical they sang) Which must ere long consign the fallen race, Dwellers in yonder star, to toil and woe! THE FINDING OF MOSES. SLOW glides the Nile: amid the margin flags, Closed in a bulrush ark, the babe is left, Far off; and pale, 'tween hope and fear, beholds As when along a little mountain lake, The summer south-wind breathes, with gentle sigh, And parts the reeds, unveiling, as they bend, A water-lily floating on the wave. F JACOB AND PHARAОН. PHARAOH HARAOH upon a gorgeous throne of state Was seated; while around him stood submiss The Patriarch enters, leaning on the arm The starry host; and still, where'er he went, His eye is bent on Joseph, him pursues. Sudden the king descends; and, bending, kneels Before the aged man, and supplicates A blessing from his lips: the aged man Lays on the ground his staff, and, stretching forth His tremulous hand o'er Pharaoh's uncrowned head, Prays that the Lord would bless him and his land. JEPHTHA'S VOW. FROM What sound is that, which, from the palm-tree grove, |