Poems

is reason for supposing that on this account the prize was not adjudged to it. No prize was given in this year. STORY OF CONSTANTINE. The heart of the king is in God's right hand, As streams of a ductile rill; Obedient to his high command, He guideth it whither He will. It is 3 not because Jehovah's ear Is heavy, that it cannot hear; Or his arm is shortened of its power, Or his3 name hath ceased to be a tower, Where his saints may safely hide ; It Ib not for this, that fierce and long, Oppression, robbery, and wrong, Make havoc of the passive throng That in that Name confide; It is because the world shall sec How, in its naked majesty, His word shall ride triumphant forth, From east to west, from south to north, Compelling nations to its span, Unhindered and unhelped by man : Therefore He lets the heathen rage, In bootless strife, from age to age; And rulers of the earth unite Their puny impotence of might, And ply the rack, the scourge, the sword. Against the army of the Lord. -- Ay, let them strive and fret their fill, The Lord 4 is 011 his holy hill, And smiles in calm disdain: When they can make the sun roll back His wheels upon their fiery track, When they can teach the sea to bide Their bidding, and curb in his tide, Or, 'mid the summer's opening reign, Thrust winter on the world again; Then haply may they join th...