THE JEW. THOU art more deadly than the Jew of old, Thou hast me fenced about with thorny talk, FAITH. THERE is no faith; the mountain stands within And bid thee hasten to relieve and save, By him who rose triumphant o'er the grave. THE ARK. THERE is no change of time and place with Thee; And always hallow thy most holy name; And though the night of death be long and dark, Whose rest to those who love is ever near. THE EARTH. I WOULD lie low, the ground on which men tread, But thou wouldst give me fruit for every bough, THE ROSE. THE rose thou show'st me has lost all its hue, |