PERSIAN POET.

Priest of the gladsome tidings, old and new,

To whom by nature fell, as the most fit,

The saintly Channing’ s mantle; brave and true,

Thou heedst thy calling, and dost well acquit

Thyself of the high mission. Thy sage wit

( O brother in the Lord, and well approved

To lead men heavenward to the Father’ s throne,

And Son’ s that sits at His right hand beloved! )

Hath ministered to every clime and zone

Washed by Pacific or Atlantic sea,

With chainless flow’ neath Heaven’ s unbounded cope.

Son of the Church, saint of thy century!

Undoubting faith is thine, and fadeless hope,

And ardent, all-embracing charity.