HOLY WEEK, APRIL, 1860.

O FAIREST mansion of a Father's love,

Harmonious! hospitable! with thine arms

Outspread to all, thy fountains ever full,

And, fair as heaven, thy misty, sky-like dome

Hung like the firmament with circling sweep

Above the constellated golden lamps

That burn forever round the holy tomb.

Most meet art thou to be the Father's house,

The house of prayer for nations. Come the time

When thou shalt be so! when a liberty,

Wide as thine arms, high as thy lofty dome,

Shall be proclaimed, by thy loud singing choirs,

Like voice of many waters! Then the Lord

Shall come into his temple, and make pure

The sons of Levi; then, as once of old,

The blind shall see, the lame leap as an hart,

And to the poor the Gospel shall be preached,

And Easter's silver-sounding trumpets tell,

"The Lord is risen indeed," to die no more.

Hasten it in its time. Amen! Amen!