Prostrate, the patriarch own'd the outstretch'd rod, And what, although the MIGHTY ONE's behest, How terrible is time! to hearts forlorn That weep the night, yet dread the coming morn. Ting'd with red streak the distant mountain's height; The promis'd son of hope, that grac'd his side, Led the sad patriarch forth, at God's command, Silent they journey ;—for the burden'd heart, Its sadden'd sentiment; and Isaac's breast, He marks, too surely, in th' averted eye, The darkening brow, the check'd, but heart-drawn sigh, That tale, or chaunt of cheerfulness are vain To charm away the deep, but untold pain How beautiful in youth, that sleeper's head! O'er which the moon her trembling glory shed. But, to the soul more touching seem'd, in age, And woe's lone majesty, the patriarch sage, Who with a form unbent, a step untir'd, They journey'd forward with the rising sun; And now behold the gentle victim bound, The father's locks of silver sweep the ground, Whilst the lone desert's viewless spirits bear High to the throne of God the heart-wrung prayer. * We are told that the angels in heaven rejoice over the sinner who repents. May we not, therefore, suppose, they look with satisfaction on the good man's struggles in the path of duty? "Oh Thou Almighty One! whose blest command Call'd me from dark Chaldea's idol land; Who pouredst o'er my error-blinded sight The piercing glory of thy heavenly light; Whose bounteous hand, from youth to age, hath shed And at thy word, Almighty God! restore The gift-thy last-most treasured-and, most fairAnd, to my heart, than life,-Thou know'st,-more dear : But, 'tis thy will-my Father!-'tis thy will! Oh! nerve these feeble sinews to fulfil The bidding of my spirit, and complete The sacrifice my Maker deemeth meet!" The prayer was ended. And he rais'd on high From this dark weeping world-to that above. Oh! Abraham pauses, but at God's command. For lo! before his uprais'd orbs of sight, "Withhold thy hand! O thou well-serving one! The Lord accepts thy faith, and spares thy son. And, for the off'ring of thy dearest, best, And tenderest feelings, thou, thy God hath blest: Such were the blessed words he seem'd to hear |