In sunny Spain, the Inquisition dread Cast him in dungeons terrible and dire, Oh, shame! that such a fearful blot as this On Torquemada and his hated band! Where'er the Hebrew roamed, on land or sea, And furious mobs deemed it a noble act To vent on him their hatred and their wrath. Ten thousand martyrs died for Israel's cause, Through all the horrors of that fearful time, Through gloom and death, the Hebrew saw afar, With faith's unfailing and undying eye, Beyond the clouds, hope's bright and glorious star. He knew that God would rise 'gainst Israel's foes As, long ago, upon the Red Sea coast, With miracles He saved His chosen race, And in the sea 'whelmed Pharaoh's mighty host. And gloriously was that bright trust fulfilled, Yes, Judah proudly stands, 'midst all mankind, Weep not, O Israel, for thy martyred ones, For though no monuments rise o'er their tombs, Yet fame upon the sacred spot shall shed Her fairest garlands and her brightest blooms. Their names are grav'n on honor's deathless page, Mourn not, O Israel, for the glorious past; And cause the nations of the world to know All men in reverent suppliance shall bend. Oh! may the time soon come when o'er the earth Thus Israel's ancient glory will return, And Israel's banner be again unfurled; MAX MEYERHARDT 160 OUR EVERLASTING FRIEND Divine Disposer of events, To whom all praise belongs! In timid tones if angels speak Of Thee, all-knowing God, How then shall man, minute and weak, Thy excellencies laud? All heights and depths in nature's bound Are visible to Thee: The lofty heart, the mind profound, The mountain and the sea. PENINA MOÏSE 161 REST When God at first made Man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, So strength first made a way, Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure; For if I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on my creature, Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; · GEORGE HERBERT 162 PROVIDENCE God moves in a mysterious way Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, Ye fearful souls, fresh courage take; Judge not the Lord by fearful sense, His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, Blind unbelief is sure to err, WILLIAM COWPER |