Soft mingled, It is I, be not afraid;

Fear fled, and joy lightened from eye to eye. Up he ascends, and, from the rolling side, Surveys the tumult of the sea and sky

With transient look severe the tempest, awed, Sinks to a sudden calm; the clouds disperse ; The moon-beam trembles on the face divine, Reflected mildly in the unruffled deep.

THE

DUMB CURED.

His eyes uplifted, and his hands close clasped,
The dumb man, with a supplicating look,
Turned as the Lord passed by: JESUS beheld,
And on him bent a pitying look, and spake:
His moving lips are by the suppliant seen,
And the last accents of the healing sentence
Ring in that ear which never heard before.
Prostrate the man restored falls to the earth,
And uses first the gift, the gift sublime

Of speech, in giving thanks to Him, whose voice
Was never uttered but in doing good.

THE

DEATH OF JESUS.

'Tis finished: he spake the words, and bowed

His head, and died.-Beholding him far off,
They who had ministered unto him hope
'Tis his last agony: The Temple's vail
Is rent; revealing the most holy place,
Wherein the cherubim their wings extend,
O'ershadowing the mercy-seat of God.
Appalled, the leaning soldier feels the spear
Shake in his grasp; the planted standard falls
Upon the heaving ground; the sun is dimmed,
And darkness shrouds the body of the Lord.

THE

RESURRECTION.

THE setting orb of night her level ray
Shed o'er the land, and on the dewy sward
The lengthened shadows of the triple cross
Were laid far stretched,-when in the east arose,
Last of the stars, day's harbinger: No sound
Was heard, save of the watching soldier's foot:
Within the rock-barred sepulchre, the gloom
Of deepest midnight brooded o'er the dead,
The Holy One: but, lo! a radiance faint
Began to dawn around his sacred brow :
The linen vesture seemed a snowy wreath,

Drifted by storms into a mountain cave:

Bright and more bright, the circling halo beamed
Upon that face, clothed in a smile benign,
Though yet exanimate. Nor long the reign
Of death; the eyes that wept for human griefs,
Unclose, and look around with conscious joy.
Yes; with returning life, the first emotion
That glowed in JESUS' breast of love, was joy
At man's redemption, now complete; at death
Disarmed; the grave transformed into the couch
Of faith; the resurrection and the life.
Majestical he rose trembled the earth;

The ponderous gate of stone was rolled away;
The keepers fell; the angel, awe-struck, sunk
Into invisibility, while forth

The Saviour of the world walked, and stood
Before the sepulchre, and viewed the clouds
Empurpled glorious by the rising sun.