morial before the Lord continually."-Exodus xxvii. 12, 29.

N the wondrous breastplate golden,
Safely on His bosom holden,
See the jewels from the mine!
Amethyst and onyx wearing

Mystic marks, and each one bearing
Traces of the hand divine.

Sapphires 'mid the gorgeous cluster
Sparkle with celestial luster,

Like the crystal dome above;
Ruby rare and topaz blending
In that glory never-ending,

Safe upon the breast of love.

Emerald and beryl throwing
Chastened hues, the fairer growing
As the jasper blends the rays.
Chrysoprase, like kings' attire
Glowing like a star of fire,

Or a soul that loves to praise.

Who the love and praise can measure
Ere revealed this hidden treasure

One by one in dazzling light!

On his breast our High Priest wears them,
On his shoulder, see he bears them,

Ever in our Father's sight.

TI

ANNA SHIPTON.

Lights in the Temple

"And Aaron shall burn thereon sweet incense every morning; when he dresseth the lamps he shall burn incense upon it. And when Aaron lighteth the lamps at even, he shall burn incense upon it; a perpetual

incense before the Lord, throughout your generations.”—Exod. xxx. 7, 8.

NOW the stars are lit in heaven,

Now We must light our lamps on earth;

Every star a signal given

From the God of our new birth:
Every lamp an answer faint,

Like the prayer of mortal Saint.

Mark the hour and turn this way,
Sons of Israel, far and near!
Wearied with the world's dim day,
Turn to Him whose eyes are here,
Open, watching day and night,
Beaming unapproachéd light!

With sweet oil-drops in His hour
Feed the branch of many lights,
Token of protecting power,

Pledg'd to faithful Israelites,
Emblem of the anointed Home,
When the glory deigns to come.

Watchers of the sacred flame,

Sons of Aaron! serve in fear,-
Deadly is th' avenger's aim,

Should th' unhallowed enter here;
Keen his fires, should recreants dare
Breathe the pure and fragrant air.

There is One will bless your toil-
He who comes in Heaven's attire,
Morn by morn, with holy oil;
Eve by eve, with holy fire!
Pray! your prayer will be allowed,
Mingling with His incense cloud!

JOHN KEBLE.

Bezalel

BEZALEL, filled with wisdom to design

Stones, precious wood, rich-embroidered fabrics,
gold,

Fed not the few with cunning manifold
Nor empty loveliness; his art divine
Set up a tabernacle as a sign

Of oneness for a rabble many-souled,
So that each span of desert should behold
A nomad people with a steadfast shrine.

But we, its sons, who wander in the dark,

Footsore, far-scattered, growing less and less, What whiteness glooms our brotherhood to mark, What promised land our journey's end to bless! We are, unless we build some shrine or ark, A dying rabble in a wilderness.

ISRAEL ZANGWill.

Moses and the Angel

Praise Him, Al-Mutahali! Whose decree is wiser than the wit of man can see

"TIS written in the chapter of "the Cave," An Angel of the Lord, a minister,

Had errands upon earth, and Moses said,

"Grant me to wend with thee, that I may learn God's ways with men." The Angel answering, said: "Thou canst not bear with me; thou wilt not have Knowledge to judge; yet if thou followest me, Question me not, whatever I shall do, Until I tell thee."

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On the sea-shore, wherefrom

Then they found a ship the Angel struck

Her boards and brake them. Moses said, "Wilt drown

The mariners? This is a strange thing wrought!": "Did I not say thou couldst not bear with me?" The Angel answered-"Be thou silent now!"..

Yet farther, and they met an Arab boy;
Upon his eyes with mouth invisible

The Angel breathed; and all his warm blood froze,
And, with a moan, he sank to earth and died.
Then Moses said, "Slayest thou the innocent
Who did no wrong? this is a hard thing seen!"
"Did I not tell thee," said the Minister,
"Thou wouldst not bear with me?

not!"

Question me

Then came they to a village, where there stood
A lowly hut; the garden-fence thereof

Toppled to fall; the Angel thrust it down.
A ruin of gray stones, and lime, and tiles,
Crushing the lentils, melons, saffron, beans,
The little harvest of the cottage folk.

"What hire," asked Moses, "hadst thou for this deed. Seeming so evil?"

Then the Angel said,

"This is the parting betwixt me and thee:

Yet will I first make manifest the things

Thou couldst not bear, not knowing, that my Lord-'Exalted above all reproach'-be praised.

The ship I broke serveth poor fisherfolk
Whose livelihood was lost, because there came
A king that way seizing all boats found whole:
Now they have peace. Touching the Arab boy..
In two moons he had slain his mother's son,
Being perverse; but now his brother lives
Whose life unto his tribe was more, and he
Dieth blood-guiltless. For the garden wall,
Two goodly youths dwell there, offspring of one
That loved his Lord, and underneath the stones

The father hid the treasure, which is theirs.
This shall they find, building their ruin up,-
And joy will come upon their house! :

But thou,

Journey no more with me, because I do,
Nought of myself, but all by Allah's will."

EDWIN ARNOLD.

Moses and the Dervish

GOD, that heaven's seven climates hath spread

forth,

To every creature, even as is the worth,
The lot apportions, and the use of things.
If to the creeping cat were given wings
No sparrow's egg would ever be a bird.

Moses the Prophet, who with God conferred,
Beheld a Dervish, that, for dire distress
And lack of clothes to hide his nakedness
Buried his body in the desert sand.
This Dervish cried:

"O Moses, whom the Hand
Of the Most High God favors! make thy prayer
That he may grant me food and clothes to wear
Who knows the misery of me and the need."

Then Moses prayed to God, that he would feed And clothe that Dervish.

Nine days after this,
Returning from Mount Sinai in bliss,

Having beheld God's face, the Prophet met
The Dervish in the hands of Justice, set

Between two officers; and all about

The rabble followed him with hoot and shouts And jeer.

The Prophet asked of those that cried,

"What hath befallen this man?"

And they replied,