Your heights; and with an ardent eye View earth at this most holy time, While universal charity Urges my honest earnest prayer on high, The darkness from that western sky, Heaven's brighter sun, with quickened race, May drive the gloom of sin from earth's fair face. THE DYING DAUGHTER TO HER INFIDEL FATHER. "The hour is come! the hour is come! My father I must hence. My eyes grow dim, my senses swim, Death's shades become more dense. Oh! in this dark, this dreadful hour, Speak, father dear, the hour draws near When I shall be no more. "Must I believe what thou hast taught, Or what my mother's tongue, 96 THE DYING DAUGHTER TO HER INFIDEL FATHER. With anxious care, and fervent prayer, Has taught my whole life long? Speak! must I spurn the Nazarine, And madly brave the rushing wave, Of Jordan's swelling flood?" Those accents pierced the father's heart, They melted down his soul; With features wild, he viewed his child, He saw the sepulchre's dark shades Were gathering thick and fast; It echoed o'er the vaulted heavens ; The stars all fled; it roused the dead; "Believe the truths thy mother taught!" He cried in accents wild; And in his arms, with frenzied love, THE DYING DAUGHTER TO HER INFIDEL FATHER. 97 "Oh! father, now I die in peace," She said, as on his breast She laid her head, and joined the dead In their eternal rest. The father kissed his withered flower; And in that solemn hour, He kissed the rod a gracious God H MY CHILD. FAIR children!-why they're common, and their death Is common too, and so I used to think; But how life's rising sun doth clear the haze To beautify and grace my lov'd abode; |