Listen and save.

ABRINA fair,

listen where thou art sitting

under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, in twisted braids of lilies knitting the loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; listen, for dear honour's sake,

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goddess of the silver lake;
Listen and save.

Rise, rise and heave thy rosy head from thy coral-paven bed,

and bridle in thy headlong wave

till thou our summons answered have: listen and save.

MILTON.

Audi casta Puellas.

ABRINA, nostras rite memor preces
audi sub imo gurgite, qva sedes
regina pellucentis undae et
in vitreo thalami recessu

iam liliorum flore recentium
nexo fluentes undique comprimis
crines, et electro nitentis
luxuriam religas capilli.

Argentei te fluminis incolam
nos invocamus. Supplicibus tuis
succurre, si castas tueri

cura tibi superest puellas. Quid te morantem detinet? Ilicet antro relicto, purpureis ubi

fulget pavimentum lapillis,

nympha potens, roseos precamur

exserta vultus aequore prodeas
tutela praesens; sed rabiem prius
fraena reluctantis fluenti et
praecipites, tua regna, fluctus.

C. T. N.

CARMINA SACRA.

The Lord the Creator.

ENEATH thy all-directing rod

both worlds and worms are equal, God.
thy hand the comet's orbit drew,

and lighted yonder glowworm too.
thou didst the dome of heaven build up,
and form yon snowdrop's silver cup.

BOWRING..

Deus est quodcumque vides.

ERUM summe parens, tuae bilances
mundos lege pari probantque vermes.
quae scripsit manus orbitam cometae,

et lampyridis edidit lucernam.

caeli tu rutilum lacunar idem

et lili niveam creas corollam.

F F

K.

The Captive Israelites.

E sat and wept by Babel's stream,
for Sion was our mournful theme:
and there, on many a willow bough,
we hung our harps, all silent now.
they came, whose captive yoke we bear,
they came, and saw us weeping there:
a mirthful strain they bade us raise :

come, sing us one of Sion's lays."
how shall I sing to heathen ear

a song the Lord was wont to hear?
if I forget thee, Sion hill,

may my right hand forget its skill;
my tongue may cleaving palsy chain,
when from my heart thy memories wane;
when thou, Jerusalem, shalt be

than dearest joys less dear to me.

PSALM CXXXVII. CAMBRIDGE VERSION.

The Fathers.

HE fathers are in dust, yet live to God:" so says the Truth; as if the motionless clay still held the seeds of life beneath the sod, smouldering and struggling till the judgment-day. and hence we learn with reverence to esteem

of these frail houses, though the grave confines: sophist may urge his cunning tests, and deem

that they are earth;—but they are heavenly shrines.

LYRA APOSTOLICA.