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Mower</title> + <style type="text/css"> + <!-- + * { font-family: Times;} + P { text-indent: 1em; + margin-top: .75em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; } + HR { width: 33%; } + hr.full { width: 100% } + margin-top: { 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em;} + BODY{margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%;} + .linenum {position: absolute; top: auto; left: 4%;} /* poetry number */ + .note {margin-left: 2em; margin-right: 2em; margin-bottom: 1em;} /* block indent */ + .pagenum {position: absolute; left: 92%; right: 100%; font-size: 8pt; justify: right;} /* page numbers */ + a:link {color:blue; + text-decoration:none} + link {color:blue; + text-decoration:none} + a:visited {color:blue; + text-decoration:none} + a:hover {color:red} + // --> + </style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11439 ***</div> +<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook,<br> + The Snow-Drop, by Sarah S. Mower</h1> +<br> +<br> +<center><b>E-text prepared by Amy Petri and Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders<br> + from images provided by Internet Archive Children's Library<br> + and University of Florida</b></center> +<br> +<br> +<hr class="full"> +<br> +<br> +<h1>THE SNOW-DROP</h1> + +<h3>A HOLIDAY GIFT</h3> + +<h2>BY MISS SARAH S. MOWER.</h2> +<br> +<br> +<hr> +<br> +<br> + +<!-- Autogenerated TOC. Modify or delete as required. --> +<a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_SNOW_DROP"><b>THE SNOW-DROP.</b></a><br> + <a href="#MY_BIRTH_PLACE"><b>MY BIRTH PLACE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_OAK_AND_THE_RILL"><b>THE OAK AND THE RILL.</b></a><br> + <a href="#MORAL"><b>MORAL.</b></a><br> + <a href="#A_HYMN"><b>A HYMN.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_MARRIAGE_VOWS"><b>THE MARRIAGE VOWS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESE"><b>LINES - MISS ELLEN.</b></a><br> + <a href="#AN_EPITAPH"><b>AN EPITAPH.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESWC"><b>LINES - WING CHILDREN.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_ROSE_AND_LILAC_TREE"><b>THE ROSE AND LILAC TREE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESMW"><b>LINES - MARY WEST.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THOUGHTS"><b>THOUGHTS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#REFLECTIONS"><b>REFLECTIONS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_SISTER'S_LAMENT"><b>THE SISTER'S LAMENT.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINES_UPON_A_LOCK_OF_HAIR"><b>LINES UPON A LOCK OF HAIR.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESSJ"><b>LINES - SARAH JUDSON.</b></a><br> + <a href="#JUDSON'S_GRAVE"><b>JUDSON'S GRAVE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESBO"><b>LINES - BAPTISMAL OCCASION.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_INQUIRY"><b>THE INQUIRY.</b></a><br> + <a href="#JEPHTHAH'S_VOW"><b>JEPHTHAH'S VOW.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESLAR"><b>LINES - LONG ABSENT RELATIVE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESWOA"><b>LINES - WIFE OF ABOVE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#COME_HOME_TO_NEW_ENGLAND"><b>COME HOME TO NEW ENGLAND.</b></a><br> + <a href="#A_SISTER'S_DEPARTURE"><b>A SISTER'S DEPARTURE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#A_SISTER'S_COUNSEL"><b>A SISTER'S COUNSEL.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESFOP"><b>LINES - FRIEND ON PARTING.</b></a><br> + <a href="#FAREWELL_TO_A_BROTHER"><b>FAREWELL TO A BROTHER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_WHD"><b>TO W.H.D.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESFIA"><b>LINES - FRIEND IN AFFLICTION.</b></a><br> +<a href="#LINES_TO_A_SISTER"><b>LINES TO A SISTER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_MY_BROTHER"><b>TO MY BROTHER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#MY_BROTHER_IN_THE_TEMPEST"><b>MY BROTHER IN THE TEMPEST.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESAS"><b>LINES - ABSENT SISTER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#A_MORNING_SCENE"><b>A MORNING SCENE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_THE_WHIPPOWIL"><b>TO THE WHIPPOWIL.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_A_SISTER__WHILE_DANGEROUSLY_ILL"><b>TO A SISTER WHILE DANGEROUSLY ILL.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_INVALID'S_DREAM"><b>THE INVALID'S DREAM.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_A_BUTTERFLY_IN_MY_CHAMBER"><b>TO A BUTTERFLY IN MY CHAMBER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_THE_quotWILD_FLOWERquot"><b>TO THE "WILD FLOWER."</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_MINISTER"><b>THE MINISTER.</b></a><br> + <a href="#AN_APPEAL_FOR_IRELAND"><b>AN APPEAL FOR IRELAND.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_LITTLE_CLOUD"><b>THE LITTLE CLOUD.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LEWISTON"><b>LEWISTON.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TWILIGHT_MUSINGS"><b>TWILIGHT MUSINGS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_AMELIA"><b>TO AMELIA.</b></a><br> + <a href="#MOONLIGHT_MUSINGS"><b>MOONLIGHT MUSINGS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THOUGHTSP"><b>THOUGHTS - PETUNIA.</b></a><br> + <a href="#TO_A_WHITE_HOLLYHOCK"><b>TO A WHITE HOLLYHOCK.</b></a><br> + <a href="#LINESMTB"><b>LINES - TWIN BOYS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#THE_CULTIVATION_OF_FLOWERS"><b>THE CULTIVATION OF FLOWERS.</b></a><br> + <a href="#MUSIC_OF_THE_MIND"><b>MUSIC OF THE MIND.</b></a><br> + <a href="#APPENDIX"><b>APPENDIX.</b></a><br> + <a href="#PRAISES_OF_RURAL_LIFE"><b>PRAISES OF RURAL LIFE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#ODE_TO_SARAH"><b>ODE TO SARAH.</b></a><br> + <a href="#AN_EPISTLE_TO_JERE__IN_ANSWER_TO_HIS_ODE"><b>AN EPISTLE TO JERE, IN ANSWER TO HIS ODE.</b></a><br> + <a href="#NEIGHBORS_ADVICE_TO_INVALIDS"><b>NEIGHBORS' ADVICE TO INVALIDS.</b></a><br> + +<!-- End Autogenerated TOC. --> + +<br> +<br> +<br> +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<br> +<br> +<a name="PREFACE"></a><h2>PREFACE.</h2> +<br> + +<p>The Authoress of "THE SNOW-DROP" has been misfortune's child. Disease +laid its relentless hand upon her in early childhood. It deprived her of +a common school education and the world's sweet intercourse. Such has +been its nature, that, except on one occasion, she has not been able to +leave home for more than six years.</p> + +<p>"THE SNOW-DROP" would never have appeared had not life's wintry hour +given it birth! It was written to beguile tedious time. Winds, as they +played through groves that surround her aged father's retired and humble +dwelling, sweet songsters, as they caroled from spray to spray, and the +ripple of the Androscoggin, as it glided past, to her ear, were nature's +sweet minstrels, that cheered her heart in solitude and inspired <i>her, +too,</i> to attempt the artless strains of nature.</p> + +<p>This little work, at the suggestion of her friends, is presented and +dedicated to the benevolent public, humbly hoping and trusting that it +may give pastime to the leisure hour, impress more fully moral and +religious sentiment, and afford some little return for the thought she +has bestowed upon it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_SNOW_DROP"></a><h2>THE SNOW-DROP<a name="FNanchor1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a></h2> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet little unassuming flower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It stays not for an April shower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But dares to rear its tiny head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While threat'ning clouds the skies o'erspread.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It ne'er displays the vain desire</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To dress in flaunting gay attire;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No purple, scarlet, blue, or gold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Deck its fair leaves when they unfold.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Born on a cold and wintry night,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its flowing robes were snowy white;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No vernal zephyrs fan its form—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It often battles with the storm.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It never drank mild summer's dew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But chilling winds around it blew;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And hoary frost his mantle spread</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Upon the little snow-drop's bed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love this modest little flower;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It comes in desolation's hour</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The barren landscape's face to cheer,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When none beside it dares appear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just like the friend, whose brightest smile</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is spared, our sorrows to beguile;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who like some angel from the sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When needed most, is ever nigh—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To pluck vile slander's envious dart</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From out the wounded, bleeding heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And raise from earth the drooping head</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When all our summer friends are fled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And shall these humble pages dare</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Presume to ask, if they compare</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With that fair, fragrant, precious gem,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Plucked from cold winter's diadem?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis true both struggled into life,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Through scenes of sorrow, care and strife;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This poor, frail, intellectual flower</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Was reared in no elysian bower.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No ray of fortune on it shone,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It forced its weary way alone;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Up-springing from the barren sod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Untilled, save by affliction's rod.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor1">[1]</a><div class=note> A white, fragrant flower, the earliest<br> +that appears.—<i>Language</i>.—"I am not a summer friend."</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="MY_BIRTH_PLACE"></a><h2>MY BIRTH PLACE</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where "old Blue" mountain's healthful breeze</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Swept o'er the green hill-side,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My little fragile bark was launched</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On life's uncertain tide.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There verdant fields and murm'ring brooks</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Invited me to roam;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Old towering trees their heads upreared</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Around my quiet home.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When morn unveiled her blushing face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The sun came peeping in;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His quiv'ring beams upon the wall,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Checked by the leafy screen.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oft in some sweet sequestered dell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The blushing flow'ret smiled;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And threw around a pleasing spell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For me, an artless child.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The fragrant blossom peeping up,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">From out the mossy sod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Caused my young thoughts from earth to rise</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And soar to nature's God.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In summer, when I wandered forth,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Beneath the deep green shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or when mild autumn walked the rounds,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In gorgeous robes arrayed—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Music, in nature's softest strains,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Stole through my little breast;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas something I could not define,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor could it be expressed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While some admire the pompous pile,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or glitt'ring, costly dome,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd gaze upon those ancient trees,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Round that sweet rural home.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_OAK_AND_THE_RILL"></a><h2>THE OAK AND THE RILL:</h2> + +<p>OR, INDOLENT WEALTH AND HONEST LABOR.</p> + +<p>COMPOSED FOR THE FRANKLIN AGRICULTURAL SOCIETY.</p> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To find employment for my pen,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I wandered from the haunts of men,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sought a little rising ground,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With lofty oaks and elm trees crowned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where I might court the friendly muse,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who ever thinks herself abused</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When woo'd 'midst tumult, noise and strife,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And all the busy cares of life.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With senses quite absorbed in thought,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While all beside seemed half forgot,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I wandered on till I had strayed</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beneath an oak tree's ample shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose lofty top towered up so high,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It seemed aspiring for the sky.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just at the basement of the hill,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A modest little purling rill</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shone like a mirror in the sun,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Flashing and sparkling as it run.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The lofty oak scarce deigned to look</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Upon the little murm'ring brook,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But tossed his head in proud disdain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And thus began his boasting strain:—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"I've lived almost since time began,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The friend and favorite of man;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Since I became a stately tree,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Cradled within my branches, lay</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The young pappoose, who gayly smiled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And listened to the music wild</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That floated round his tiny head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While through my top the breezes played.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In after years to me he came,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When wearied in pursuit of game;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He from my branches plucked his bow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To slay the deer and buffalo;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Here, with his friends, he'd often meet</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To sing the war-song, dance, and eat.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas here he woo'd the dark-eyed maid,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And built his wigwam in my shade;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To me he brought his youthful bride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And dwelt here till with age he died.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His children thought no place more meet</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To make his grave than at my feet;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They said 'twould greatly soothe their woes</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If I would let him here repose;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then begged that I would deign to wave</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My verdant branches o'er his grave.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And since the polished white man came,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He's loved and honored me the same;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though all the neighboring trees around</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Were slain, as cumberers of the ground,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet here I tower in grandeur still,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The pride and glory of the hill.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My dauntless spirits never quail</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At earthquakes, hurricanes, or hail;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The rolling thunder's fiery car</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Has never dared my form to mar;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've heard its rumbling undismayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While forked lightnings round me played;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But O, thou little murm'ring brook,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">How mean and meager is thy look;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Babbling, babbling, all day long,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">How I detest thy simple song.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I would not have thee in my sight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Did not all nobles claim a right</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To keep some menial servant near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And therefore 'tis that thou art here.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As I am always very neat.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll deign to let thee wash my feet;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Such work becomes one in thy place,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To drudge for me is no disgrace."</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The spirit of the brook was stirred,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But still her voice had not been heard,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Had not a zephyr, ling'ring round,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In friendly mood, caught up the sound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And flying round the monarch's head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Breathed in his ear the words she said.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The streamlet, with a deep drawn sigh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In silv'ry tones, made this reply:</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Illustrious oak, pray deign to hear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill not disgrace thee—none are near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I this once a word would say,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As I am wending on my way;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Behold that path wind through the grass,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where many by thee daily pass;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">See, where it ends, just on my brink,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then frankly tell what thou dost think.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Both man and beast, when they are dry,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come here and find a rich supply;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And many come for pleasure too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When they have nothing else to do.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bright pebbles in my waters lie,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which have a charm in childhood's eye;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And little children stray from home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Upon my sunny shores to roam;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With me they play their artless pranks,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And gather flowers along my banks;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet flowers that shun thy gloomy shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And hither come to ask my aid.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The poet loves my 'simple song';—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With me he often tarries long;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He tells me that he wanders here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To catch some new and bright idea,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which makes his tuneful numbers roll,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In music that enchants the soul.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And people too of every class,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come here their leisure hours to pass;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I often feel the warm embrace</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of ruby lips upon my face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For those who never bend the knee</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To haughty monarchs, just like thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will fall down prostrate at my side.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And kiss the face thou dost deride.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou sayest, thou art very neat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I, the slave to wash thy feet!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Should all the streamlets cease to flow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not one on earth could e'er be so.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our strength propels the busy mills,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And all the land with plenty fills,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They bring, some silver—others gold—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And shield the poor from winter's cold.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The vapors, which from us ascend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To vegetation are a friend;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In dew they soon descend again,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or fall in fruitful showers of rain.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Were there no brooks, there'd be no bread—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then tell me, how could man be fed?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No man, nor beast, or plant, or flower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Without us could survive an hour;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The feathered songsters of the grove.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Would cease to chant their notes of love.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Earth would become a scene of gloom—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One vast extended direful tomb.—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I must tell thee, ere I go,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That thy proud head would soon lie low,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou 'dst fade and wither, droop and die,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And in the dust neglected lie.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet still no praise belongs to me—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I do not sympathize with thee;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I never can be proud and vain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And imitate thy boasting strain;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But humbly on my way I'll plod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For I receive my strength from God."</span><br> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="MORAL"></a><h2>MORAL.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">These farmers and mechanics, here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Much like the little brook appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Reared 'midst fair Franklin's hills and dells,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where proud ambition seldom dwells;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They view their hands for labor made,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And think that God should be obeyed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then grasp the plough and till the soil—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It yields rich fruit, and corn, and oil,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">By which the multitude are fed.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And blessings o'er the land are spread.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Mechanics next should take a stand</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside the yeoman of our land;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where'er enlightened men are found,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They're showering blessings all around.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet time would fail should I rehearse</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their brave exploits, in simple verse;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But there's a class, (I hope not here,)</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who, like the boasting oak, appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They think their hands were never made</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To wield the distaff, plough, or spade;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their taper fingers, soft and fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are made to twine their silken hair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or place upon a brow of snow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their gold and diamond rings, to show.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their dainty lips can sip ice-cream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or open with convulsive scream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whene'er they meet the farmer's cow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The ox, or steer, which draws the plough.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Should the mechanic's labor cease,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twould wound their pride—destroy their peace;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their flaunting garments, light and frail,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Would quickly fade, wear out and fail.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Soon, soon, they'd come with humbled pride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To him whom they could once deride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To ask a shelter from the storm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And clothes to keep their bodies warm.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Should farmers their rich stores withhold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their lily hands would soon grow cold;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more their lips would curl with scorn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At him who grows and brings them corn;---</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You'd see them kneeling at his feet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To beg for something more to eat;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And plead with him their lives to save,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And snatch them from an opening grave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now let us, like the little brook</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We've heard of in the fable,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Employ our hearts, our heads and hands,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In doing what we're able;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till all Columbia praise our deeds,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And nations, o'er the waters,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will tune their harps and chant their song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For Franklin's sons and daughters.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="A_HYMN"></a><h2>A HYMN.</h2> + +<p>COMPOSED FOR A DONATION GATHERING.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The armies of Isr'el round Mount Sinai stood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And heard, 'midst its thunders, the voice of their God;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All silent and awe-struck they heard the command—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Bring unto the Lord the first fruits of your land."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">These words are as sacred, their import the same—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As when they came pealing through Sinai's dread flame,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The banner of Jesus should soon be unfurled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And waving in triumph all over the world.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Salvation's glad tidings! Oh send them abroad!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And tell the poor pagan that there is a God!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Let those who are toiling in dark heathen lands,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Find Christians all ready to strengthen their hands.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet let not your gifts and your offerings all roam;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Remember the servant of Jesus at home;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He's spending his strength and his life in the cause,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From wells of salvation pure water he draws.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The wells are our Father's, but still they're so deep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That shepherds are needed to water the sheep;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And shall they thus labor and toil for our good,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And we not supply them with clothing and food?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">How can we still hope that our souls are new born,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And muzzle the oxen which tread out the corn!—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Did God care for oxen, or did he say thus,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Designing to give some instruction to us?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">St. Paul has explained it and told what to do—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Who preaches the gospel must live of it too;"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Some say, were we able we'd give with delight;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But think of the widow who cast in her mite!</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What though we've no money to pamper our pride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She kept not a penny for wants unsupplied;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet Jesus beheld her and sanction'd the deed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And promis'd in future to shield her from need.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Cast your bread on the waters; obey the command,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Lord will restore it; His promise will stand;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who give unto these, in the name of the Lord,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A cup of cold water, shall have their reward.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_MARRIAGE_VOWS"></a><h2>THE MARRIAGE VOWS.</h2> +<br> + +<p>COMPOSED TO BE SUNG ON A WEDDING OCCASION, AUGUST 1ST, 1847</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O 'tis an interesting sight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When youthful hands and hearts unite!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Lord himself was pleas'd to own</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That man should never dwell alone.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A rib he took from Adam's side,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And from it made a blooming bride;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In Eden's bowers he placed the pair,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then joined their hands in wedlock there.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The nuptial ties by God were bound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While angels chanted anthems 'round;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then mounting on swift pinions sang,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till heaven's high arch with music rang.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Lord is present still to hear,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The words you breathed have reached his ear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And his recording angel, now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is writing down the marriage vow.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Wilt thou, the bridegroom, till the end,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still prove the fair one's faithful friend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who leaves her childhood's happy home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With thee through future life to roam?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She trusts her fragile bark with thee,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O steer it well o'er life's rough sea.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And with an undivided heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Wilt thou, fair maiden, act thy part?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As pure let thine affections be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As those white robes now worn by thee;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O keep the sacred holy trust,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till these fair forms turn back to dust.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On seraph wings then may you soar,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where friends are never parted more;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There with the Lord may each reside,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And Jesus own you as his bride.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESE"></a><h2>LINES</h2> +<br> + +<p>WRITTEN UPON THE DEATH OF MISS ELLEN N ... OF JAY.</p> + +<p>ADDRESSED TO HER RELATIVES.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ye gaze upon that fair young brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where death's pale shade is resting now;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well, well may grief suffuse your eyes,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet let no murm'ring thought arise,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To stain with guilt affection's tear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which falls upon the loved one's bier.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Tears are the antidote of grief,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Kind nature sends them for relief.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While death a prisoner Lazarus kept,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Son of God stood by and wept;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, father, here are tears for thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The babe that prattled on thy knee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And grew in beauty by thy side,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till warm affection's glowing tide</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Gushed from the fountain in thy breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To cherish her who made thee blest.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But now, to thee no more appears</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This light of thy declining years;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more her smile brings joy to thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When tempest toss'd on life's rough sea.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fond mother, where's the rosy child</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which once upon thy bosom smiled?—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In her thou daily didst rejoice,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She caught her language from thy voice;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When she had learned to lisp thy name,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">New love with those sweet accents came.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Soon did this bud of promise bloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But oh, it blossomed for the tomb!—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each art, which thy fond care has tried,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The fell destroyer's power defied.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And brothers, ye, too, weeping stand—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pale death has robbed your household band</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well may stern manhood melt in tears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The playmate of your early years</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before you lies in death's cold sleep—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis manly, then, for you to weep.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more will little Walter share</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her love, her counsel, and her care;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And thou, lone sister, now must feel</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What simple words can ne'er reveal;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou callest many sister yet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In tones which they will ne'er forget;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet no such love their bosoms fill,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As throbbed in that which now lies still.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You oft, in love, each other greet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But no such melting glances meet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As ever have been wont to shine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When Ellen's speaking eyes met thine.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Those eyes, which such pure love revealed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In death's deep slumbers now are sealed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But I have watched the cloud that fades,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While earth was wrapped in twilight shades,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And quickly found the loss repaid</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">By beauties which the heavens displayed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Anon, a sweet and pensive light</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Came stealing o'er the brow of night,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The stars shone out from depths profound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like bands of angels hov'ring round,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who look from off each lofty seat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To watch lest snares beguile our feet.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though this was airy fancy's dream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet still it doth an emblem seem,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of her who lies before us now</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With such calm beauty on her brow.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Death's icy fingers plucked the rose,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But could not steal the grand repose</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which adds such pure, celestial charms</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To this pale form, clasped in his arras.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though fancy far from reason strayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When stars were guardian angels made,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet she, perchance, is one indeed:</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The spirit, from its bondage freed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">May still be hov'ring, while they sleep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Around those friends who o'er her weep.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="AN_EPITAPH"></a><h2>AN EPITAPH</h2> +<br> + +<p>Composed For Mrs. M.G.M. of Jay.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We lay her in the earth, and from her fair</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And unpolluted flesh may violets spring."</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;"><i>Shakspeare</i>.</span><br> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With flowing tears, dear cherished one,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We lay thee with the dead;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And flowers, which thou didst love so well,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Shall wave above thy head.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet emblems of thy dearer self,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They find a wintry tomb;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And at the south wind's gentle touch,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Spring forth to life and bloom.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thus, when the sun of righteousness</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Shall gild thy dark abode,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy slumb'ring dust shall bloom afresh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And soar to meet thy God.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESWC"></a><h2>LINES</h2> +<br> + +<p>UPON THE DEATH OF REUBEN, PELEG B. CHARLES, SUSAN +AND MARY A. WING,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">(Children of Mr. Reuben and Mrs. Lucy Wing of Livermore,)</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">who died within the space of 2 years and 8</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">mouths, between the ages of 15 and 21 years.</span><br> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just like the rainbow in a shower,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like clouds that vanish in an hour.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or some fair fragile vernal flower.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They passed away.</span><br> + +<p>I was dumb, I opened not my mouth, because thou didst it.—<i>Scripture</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A peaceful dwelling, once we found,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where dwelt the bright eyed laughing boy;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fair blooming sisters clustered round,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fond parents eyed the group with joy.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But death, who feeds on tears and woe,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beheld this happy youthful hand;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then bade his pale companion go</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And smite them with his with'ring hand.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The son, just launched on manhood's tide,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The doating father's prop and stay,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The tender mother's joy and pride,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Became the fell destroyer's prey;</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While tasting bliss without alloy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thrice happy with his youthful bride.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Alas! how frail all mortal joy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When cast on life's tempestuous tide.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hygenia lends her aid in vain,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No balm can heal his aching breast,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor anxious friends relieve one pain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or give the sinking suff'rer rest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Patient and uncomplaining still,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He smiles and cheers each weeping friend;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Faith, love and grief, their bosoms fill,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While he draws near his peaceful end.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He calmly bids his friends adieu;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My lovely bride, he cries, farewell!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By faith fair Canaan's land I view,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh may we there together dwell.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Do'nt weep for me, dear mourning friends,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'm not afraid to meet my God;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The chief of sinners pardon finds,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Washed in the Savior's precious blood.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He sleeps in Jesus and is blest;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I hear the sacred word proclaim,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That all shall find eternal rest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who trusted in their Savior's name.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor has the pale destroyer done,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although one victim is at rest;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He plucks his dagger from the son,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And plants it in a daughter's breast.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The blooming Susan feels the blow,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her ruby lips turn deathly pale,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">She cries, Oh! mother, I must go,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This fatal weapon cannot fail.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The blushing rose forsakes her cheek,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The lily now usurps its place;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But still she's patient, mild and meek,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She daily grows in ev'ry grace.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though fading, yet more lovely still.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She twines around each kindred heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While this dread truth their bosoms fill,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That they with her must shortly part.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The long feared fatal hour draws near,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Deep silence hushed the mourning throng,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet still her feeble voice they hear,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear mother, falters on her tongue.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That name her infant tongue first learned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It trembled on her latest breath;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet a deaf ear the monster turned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And hushed the tender sound in death.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A placid smile is on her brow;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Does filial love still linger there?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or does her convoy angel now</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Breathe heavenly music in her ear?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Long ere a springing blade appeared</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Upon that daughter's new made grave,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Consumption cries, Oh! be prepared,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Another blooming form I crave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A youthful son was now his prey,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose rising merits win each heart,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A noble mind beams from his eye,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair virtue dwells in his young heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet pale disease now lurks around,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His active limbs their vigor lose;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But lo! he hears the joyful sound;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The gospel brings him glorious news.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">What though his earthly house decays,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And swiftly sink life's ebbing sands;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He's one eternal in the skies,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not made by dying, mortal hands.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While friends ask, must you go so soon,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh must we part with you to-day?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He, smiling, says, I crave the boon;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Joyful I go without delay.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My Savior cheers the lonely vale,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His smiles of love dispel the gloom;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Oh then how can my courage fail—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why should I dread the peaceful tomb?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The Savior blest this lowly bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And robbed the monster of his sting;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My Lord will raise me from the dead,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Give me a harp and bid me sing.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Behold this lovely, youthful saint,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In raptures close his dying eyes;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He yields to death without complaint,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And soars triumphant to the skies.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Voracious grave! thou ne'er wast cloy'd!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy constant cry has been for more,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Since Abel, thy first victim, died;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet thou art eager as before.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Once more death bends the fatal bow,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Again he seeks a shining mark;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Another blooming son lies low,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Death steals away the vital spark.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though far from home and those dear friends</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which soothe his grief and crown his bliss,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">His heavenly Father comfort sends,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Holy Spirit whispers peace.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He seeks the dear paternal hearth,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To die by his fond parent's side;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To him the dearest friends on earth,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who with a smile each tear would hide.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A few short weeks he lingered there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While heav'nly peace reigned in his breast;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He cries, my friends, oh now prepare</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To meet where sorrows ne'er molest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though earthly friends are dear to me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I feel them twining round my heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A friend in heaven, by faith, I see,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who bids my joyful soul depart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dear mourning friends, now dry your tears;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bid ev'ry murm'ring thought be still;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My mind is free from doubts and fears,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I sink into my Savior's will.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With smiles of vict'ry on his brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And heav'nly transport in his breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Well pleased, he leaves this vale of woe,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And like an infant sinks to rest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Down through the portals of the sky</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Descend a glorious shining band.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who waft his soul to joys on high,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And blissful scenes at God's right hand.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor does the monster yet relent,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Four blooming victims he has slain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet on another now intent,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He bends his fatal bow again.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And must this only daughter go,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ere half her budding graces bloom?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yes, cruel death will take her too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To swell his numbers in the tomb.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">See on her cheek the death rose bloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And smile with a deceitful glow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Tis the red banner of the tomb,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To warn her friends that she must go.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With bleeding hearts they feel the rod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And weeping, lay her in the grave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yet with submission yield to God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The precious jewel which he gave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But when the trump of God shall sound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To call each sainted sleeper home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Should they, with ev'ry child, surround</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The mighty conq'ror of the tomb—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They'll cry, oh Lord, thou ever just,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Behold is and our children here!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thou didst in love give them to us,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And we resigned them to thy care.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Now we will chant Redemption's sung,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which Gabriel never learned to sing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor one of all th' angelic throng,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To Jesus, prophet, priest and king.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_ROSE_AND_LILAC_TREE"></a><h2>THE ROSE AND LILAC TREE.<a name="FNanchor2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a></h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No garland, fresh from Eden's bowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could be more sweet than these dear flowers</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To each surviving friend;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'll water them with falling tears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And nurse them through succeeding years,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And from each ill defend.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bloom on, each weeping parent cried,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My daughters planted you and died,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">You are most dear to me;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each now in smiling beauty stands,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where placed by these fair youthful hands,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Sweet rose and lilac tree.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bloom on, bloom on, perfume the air,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see you flourish there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And in bright beauty bloom;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each tiny leaf I hold most dear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although you oft call forth a tear</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For loved ones in the tomb.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bloom on, sweet flow'rs, while yet you may;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your fading leaves will soon portray</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The lovely, fragile form,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which passed from earth while skies seemed fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like vapors quiv'ring in the air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Before a coming storm.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I gaze upon these opening flowers—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They bring a dream of blissful hours,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When brighter germs were mine;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Once on my throbbing bosom lay</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet budding blossoms, fair as they,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fraught with immortal minds.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Neath summer skies these flow'rs will fade—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair emblems of the youthful dead,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But spring restores their bloom.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just so the saints that droop and die,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When Gabriel's trump shall rend the sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Will leave the mould'ring tomb.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'll leave this dull, this earthly sod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, in the garden of our God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bloom with celestial grace,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where frost and mildew ne'er can blight;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There, all enraptured with delight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">God's wondrous works they'll trace.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor2">[2]</a><div class=note> The Rose and Lilac trees, referred to above, were<br> +planted by two youthful sisters a short time before their<br> +death.</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESMW"></a><h2>LINES</h2> +<br> + +<p>Composed on the death of Mrs. Mary M. West, of Jay.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear Mary, while thou art in heaven, at rest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We're mourning thy absence, bereft and depressed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For thou wert so faithful, so winning and kind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That our hearts' ev'ry fibre around thee entwined.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">How oft have we listened, unwilling to part,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While sweet heavenly music gushed forth from thy heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till angels in glory, well pleased with the strain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Re-echoed it over the heavenly plain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sound of thy voice we can never forget,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy last parting smile sweetly lingers here yet;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And since thy freed spirit to heaven was borne,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our hearts crave the boon o'er thy mem'ry to mourn.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Adieu, dearest Mary, thy spirit has flown</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To those blissful regions where tears are unknown;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No trials assail thee, no troubles or fears,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The smile of thy Savior has dried up thy tears.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more shalt thou weep o'er thy dear Henry,<a name="FNanchor3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3"><sup>[3]</sup></a> dead—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For now by his side thou art resting thy head;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou now dost behold him in glory above.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But Jesus, thy Savior, outvies him in love.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Transported with joy, with thy Savior at rest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though angels are singing, you'll praise him the best.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bright glories, unfolding, still burst on thy view—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The song thou art chanting will ever be new.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy sun at its zenith on earth ceased to shine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But beams with new lustre in regions divine;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For ages eternal 't will ever shine on—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still gath'ring new splendor from God's dazzling throne.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor3">[3]</a><div class=note> Husband of Mrs. W.</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THOUGHTS"></a><h2>THOUGHTS</h2> + +<p>Occasioned by the sudden death of J.W.N.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The short lived, fragrant, vernal flower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which blooms and withers in an hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With him may well compare;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His life was like the meteor's light,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which shone and vanished from the sight—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dissolving in the air.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not so the thrilling ties that bind</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The loved one's image to the mind—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">It lives and brightens there;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Engraved upon each bleeding heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which cannot, will not, deign to part</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With such a jewel rare.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="REFLECTIONS"></a><h2>REFLECTIONS</h2> + +<p>OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF S. WHITE, OF LIVERMORE, +WHO DIED DEC. 25TH, 1842, AGED 26.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why do these tears bedew our eyes?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why heaves the breast with bursting sighs?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We've seen a friend depart;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In vain we tune our harp and sing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We cannot touch that thrilling string,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which vibrates in the heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Engaging, graceful and refined,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Frank, open, generous and kind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was our departed friend;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His mental powers were deep and clear,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His ardent friendship, most sincere,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With life alone could end.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His heart could feel for others' woe—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">How oft his footsteps, soft and low,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fell on the suff'rer's ear!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each word he spake, their grief to quell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Seemed waters gushing from a well,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Whose fount was deep and clear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In early years he mourned for sin,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And prayed for garments white and clean,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Washed in the Savior's blood.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He journeyed on for many years,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Amidst temptations, doubts, and fears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But found a pard'ning God.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His lustrous eyes are dim in death,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His voice passed like the zephyr's breath,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That heart has lost its lone;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But while we weep around his dust,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That soul its prison doors hath burst,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And worships 'round the throne.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But shall we murmur and complain?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shall our warm tears descend like rain</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Around his early grave?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While kindred dear must weep and mourn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">More sacred tears bedew his urn</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Than ever friendship gave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That brother, who with him has played</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside the brook, or in the shade</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where feathered warblers sang,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sported by the river side,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or o'er the ice taught him to glide,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While merry laughter rang—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His love increased with growing years,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One were their hopes, their joys, their fears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Their Savior, too, was one.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That brother's grief must be severe,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet from his lips we hope to hear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"My Father's will be done."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like ivy, round some youthful pine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Did Julia's warm affections twine</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Round his fraternal heart;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Through adverse scenes they struggled long,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which rendered nature's ties more strong,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But they, alas! must part.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Should fell disease assail her now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Place his pale signet on her brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And chill her heart with fear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more he'd stand beside her bed,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bathe her parched lips, and aching head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And strive her mind to cheer.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She'll range the paths where they have strayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And wander through the silent shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And ask, "is brother here?"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She'll view the grave, and that will say</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There's naught within but mould'ring clay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">No more will he appear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That sister, who hath sought a friend</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To share her grief till time shall end,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Must still in tears be drowned;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although a partner soothes her grief,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And kindly strives to give relief,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And children cluster round;—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She sees their glossy ringlets flow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In clusters o'er each little brow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They speak of days gone by,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When she with brother often strayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O'er hill and dale and flow'ry glade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where golden sunbeams lie.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A fair young friend, whose aching heart</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now feels affliction's keenest dart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Must long in sadness weep;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her brightest hopes are fled away,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Alas! her sweetest joys decay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They in the grave must sleep.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her heart still bleeds at every pore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That much loved form she'll see no more,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Till Gabriel's trump shall sound;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We trust they'll then in raptures rise,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To that blight world above the skies,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where tears no more are found.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His aged parents feel the blow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Long since they gazed upon his brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And blessed their infant boy;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Trembling with age, we hear them say,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"This dear support is torn away,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">What now can yield us joy?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Long years we watched our lovely plant,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With care supplied its every want,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And hoped it long might bloom;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But fierce disease has laid it low,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Reckless of tears that 'round it flow.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And laid it in the tomb.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Long, long we nursed his fading form,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And strove to shun the gath'ring storm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which threaten'd in the sky;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet from our bleeding bosoms torn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our darling son leaves us to mourn;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who can his place supply?"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But could their vision now extend</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To those bright realms where dwells their friend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Their tears would cease to flow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'd long to leave this dusky sphere,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And from their lips we soon should hear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"Dear Savior, let me go."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more they'd wish the seraph here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To wander in this vale so drear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And lay his glory by;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To suffer years of grief and pain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And cross cold Jordan's stream again,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To reach the joys on high.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_SISTER'S_LAMENT"></a><h2>THE SISTER'S LAMENT</h2> + +<p>LINES SUGGESTED BY THE DEATH OF E. TORRY, OF PORTLAND</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh, Edward, dear Edward! how precious that sound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I seek for an equal—it cannot be found;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In tones soft and pensive it visits my ear,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I fain would believe thou art hovering near.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Since thy happy spirit to heaven has fled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Art thou with me by day, by night round my bed?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I visit thy grave and bedew it with tears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To share in my sorrow, no Edward appears.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On earth 't was thy pleasure to soothe all my grief,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To wipe off my tears and to bring me relief;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy heart's warm affections were lavished on me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've spent happy moments conversing with thee.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My counselor, playmate, my guide, and my friend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On whom I might always in safety depend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In paths of fair virtue my feet thou hast led,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where vice, that foul monster, dares not show his head.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor was all thy kindness bestowed upon one;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou wast an affectionate, dutiful son;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy dear honored parents drank deep of thy love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">None ever shared more but thy Father above.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy father now sinks 'neath a burden of woe,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His once brilliant eyes now with tears overflow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy mother sits weeping, thy fond brothers sigh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The dear little children cease playing and cry.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair nature is wearing a mantle of gloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Deep sorrow sits brooding all round our sweet home;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The soft venial zephyrs come sighing along,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The streamlets are murm'ring a sad, mournful song.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The gray twilight shades come attended with gloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While like a dark pall they encircle thy tomb;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When soft showers descend, something whispers to me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That tears from the clouds are descending for thee.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No star spangled heavens nor cool shady bowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No deep ancient forest or fair fragrant flowers</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can fill up the void that I feel in my breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although thou art tuning thy harp with the blest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In dreams I behold thee when I am asleep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It cheers up my spirits and I cease to weep;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Enshrined in my heart thy fair image shall dwell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll keep it there always, I love it so well.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINES_UPON_A_LOCK_OF_HAIR"></a><h2>LINES UPON A LOCK OF HAIR.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll weave a bracelet of this hair,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although these locks so hallowed are,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It seems like sacrilege to wear</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Such relics of the dead.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've seen them clust'ring 'round a brow</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which drooped beneath affliction's blow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And slumbers in the church-yard now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With all its beauty flown.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The hand that dressed these locks with care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And 'ranged them 'round that brow so fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And oft clasped mine with friendly air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Is turning back to dust.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And closed those eyes, whose radiant beams</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Surpass'd imagination's dreams,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet whisp'ring still, were but faint gleams</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Emerging from the soul.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Farewell, dear friend, these locks I'll keep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till in the grave with thee I sleep;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There, like thee, may I cease to weep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And, with thee, wake to sing.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESSJ"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<p>SUGGESTED BY READING AN ACCOUNT OF THE LAST HOURS OF MRS. +SARAH JUDSON, SECOND WIFE OF THE LATE LAMENTED DR. JUDSON, +OF BURMAN.</p> + +<p>"I am in a strait betwixt two, let the will of the Lord be +done."—<i>Judson's Offering</i>, 231<i>st page</i>. These were the words of Mrs. +Judson a few days previous to her death, when questioned as to her +desires respecting the issue of the affliction under which she was +suffering.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Life's trials and dangers will all soon be o'er,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I feel myself nearing the heavenly shore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'm weary of wand'ring, oh! fain would I rest</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With Jesus, my Savior, and sleep on his breast.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'm weary and thirsty, my spirit has flown</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Almost to that river which bursts from the throne;—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd range its fair borders, and plunge in its flood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And join with the angels in praising my God.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd rest in the shade of that tree, growing near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which yields its rich fruit every month in the year;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its leaves are so healing, no sickness comes there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To mar the new song as it floats through the air.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I think of the rest in those regions above,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My soul spreads her pinions and soars like a dove,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet I'm drawn back to earth by one tender tie,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which oft clogs my wings;—then, oh! how can I fly!</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I think of New England, my fair native land,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The friends of my childhood, that dear faithful band,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who're waiting to greet me with hearts full of love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not knowing my bark will cast anchor above.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To see me, my kindred impatiently wait,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I think of those dear ones,—my soul's in a strait,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My father, my mother, my dear orphan son,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh Lord, decide for me, let thy will be done'</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="JUDSON'S_GRAVE"></a><h2>JUDSON'S GRAVE.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear shepherd of the Burman sheep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where have they laid thee down to sleep?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside thy long lamented Ann,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or 'midst thy charge at Aracan?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or does that palm tree o'er thee wave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which shadows thy dear Sarah's grave?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I pause, and drop the silent tear,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In mournful tones, a voice I hear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Exclaiming, "Earth affords no space</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For Judson's last calm resting place."</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ye spicy groves, perfume each breeze</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That steals along the Indian seas,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For we have felt a pang of woe,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Since, plunged in awful depths below,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our much lamented Judson's clay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Must 'neath its rolling billows lay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where monsters of the ocean creep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Round him o'er whom the nations weep.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No stone directs the stranger's eye</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To where his sacred relics lie,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor can the weeping Burmans come</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To shed their tears around his tomb.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when their work on earth is done,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No mourning daughter, wife, or son</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can rest from toil the weary head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside him in his ocean bed.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But while we shrink from such a grave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He rests as sweetly 'neath the wave</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As though in Auburn's bowers he lay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where sunbeams through green branches play,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And roses, wet with tear drops, bloom</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Around th' unconscious sleeper's tomb.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Let no rude wind, no angry storm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The ocean's heaving breast deform,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis hallowed as dear Judson's bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until the sea gives up its dead.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though mortals weep with fond regret,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Lord that spot will ne'er forget;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He will a faithful record keep,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He knows where all his children sleep.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though monsters should that form devour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill rise in beauty, strength and power;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That voice, which rends the tombs and graves,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will sound through all the ocean caves;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then 'roused by heaven's eternal King,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He'll tune his golden harp and sing;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While, quick as thought, to join the song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will Burman converts round him throng,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And on that bright auspicious morn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like jewels his rich crown adorn.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESBO"></a><h2>LINES</h2> +<br> + +<p>SUGGESTED BY A REMARK MADE BY THE REV. WINTHROP +MORSE, WHILE ADDRESSING A CONGREGATION ASSEMBLED +ON THE BANKS OF THE SANDY RIVER, UPON A BAPTISMAL OCCASION.</p> + +<p>The writer of the following, though but a child, was present, and, for +the first time, witnessed the administration of that solemn ordinance.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">God's faithful servant cried,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As he addressed the multitude</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That thronged the water's side.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He said with tearful eye,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then come, dear friends, and choose the path</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That leads to joys on high.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The convert seemed to say,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll trace the path my Savior marked,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though through these waves it lay.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was echoed from the stream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like me your days will swiftly glide,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or like a fleeting dream.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The Holy Spirit said,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sweetly whispered to the soul,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"I'll be thy heavenly guide."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That sentence reached my heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I trembled lest I there should hear</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That awful word, "depart."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yes, trav'ling to eternity,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">While overwhelmed with guilt,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Afraid that Jesus' pard'ning love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By me would ne'er be felt.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're trav'ling to eternity,"—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">It rings upon my ear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The hills which echoed back that sound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Still to my heart are dear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're traveling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Said that dear faithful friend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose image in my mem'ry lives,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And will, till life shall end.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"We're traveling to eternity,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Soon, soon we there shall meet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And is my deathless soul prepared,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That friend in heaven to greet?</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_INQUIRY"></a><h2>THE INQUIRY.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Am I a Christian far astray,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And slumb'ring on enchanted ground;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or did my feet ne'er find the way,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which Bunyan's humble pilgrim found?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whence was that strange delight I felt?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Why did the gospel charm my ear?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What caused this stubborn heart to melt?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Why was the Savior's name so dear?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why was the fountain of his blood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So precious in my mental eye?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why did such deep sensations crowd</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Around the scene on Calvary?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why did the Godhead shine so bright?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Why did I love the garb he wore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Alike, when justice claimed his right,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And when sweet mercy's name he bore?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Did airy phantoms fill my brain?—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Did vain delusions cheat my soul?—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Must those bright hopes prove false and vain?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And must I miss the heavenly goal?</span><br> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + +<p>"There is joy in Heaven, in the presence of the angels, over one sinner +that repenteth."—<i>Scripture</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What's this that breaks upon my ear?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Music sweet;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From golden harps, methinks I hear</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Glorious strains!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"There's joy in Heaven," the angels sing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"A soul repents and owns our King;"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From Heaven to earth the echoes ring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pard'ning love!</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="JEPHTHAH'S_VOW"></a><h2>JEPHTHAH'S VOW.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The warrior left the battle field,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jehovah there had been his shield,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He heard his solemn vow.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The foe had in confusion fled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While thousands on the field lay dead,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All, all were vanquish'd now.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though that brave heart was cased in steel.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which flashed forth wrath that all might feel,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who Israel's right oppressed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, in its sacred chambers rose</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As pure a flame as ever glows</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Within a parent's breast.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He turned him to that sacred spot,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where one loved being shared his lot,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(It was an only child;)</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though long she'd wept and quaked with fear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When "victory," fell upon her ear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">She wiped her eyes and smiled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like as the lark outspreads her wings,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, while she's soaring, sweetly sings</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To charm the listener's ears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The maiden, springing from her seat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Flew forth, her coming friend to greet.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Her father now appears.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As her light footsteps pressed the ground,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Melodious music floated round,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Forth gushing from her heart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Alas! my child," the father sighed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"What sent thee here, my love?" he cried,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"To tell that we must part?"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Thy father made a solemn vow,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He sees, he feels his error now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yes, made a vow to God;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And he will claim my darling now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He bids me pay that awful vow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And pay it with thy blood."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"But how can I thy life destroy?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou art my solace, hope, and joy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My cherished only child."</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The lustre beaming from her eye,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Seemed caught from radiant orbs on high,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So brilliant, yet so mild.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Pay to the Lord thy vow," she said,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"God's altar is a pleasant bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">From thence to heaven I'll rise.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Lord has answered thy request,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Israel is free, our land at rest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll be thy sacrifice."</span><br> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + +<p>"Like a lost sheep I have gone astray."—<i>Psalms</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like sheep that wander far astray,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor ask the shepherd's care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Did I forsake the narrow way,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor seek my God in prayer.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I wandered in a desert wild.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where snares beset me 'round;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Trifles and toys my feet beguiled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And all my senses drowned.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though clouds encompassed me around,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In darkness on I sped,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still wand'ring on enchanted ground,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Till hope seemed almost fled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I murmured, at the righteous hand</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That held the chast'ning rod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like one that could not understand</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The precepts of his God.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well might the Father's smile depart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The Savior hide his face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And God, the spirit, shun my heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That foul polluted place.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We never find the heavenly dove</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Perched on an idol throne;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Those, who would share Jehovah's love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Must worship him alone.</span><br> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + +<p>"And the vail of the temple was rent in twain."—<i>Scripture</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, with your guilt and sin oppressed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In Christ there's pardon, peace and rest;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, humbly bow before his feet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No vail conceals the mercy seat.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, boldly to a throne of grace,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The vilest here may find a place,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For that dark vail was rent in twain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When Christ, the heavenly lamb, was slain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, rear no altar, slay no beast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our Savior now is great high priest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He rent the vail, to make it plain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That free access should hence remain.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESLAR"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<p>TO A LONG ABSENT RELATIVE.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is Thy native land forgotten?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Wilt thou still a wand'rer be?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Have New England's hills and valleys</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lost their every charm for thee?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is thy native land forgotten?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Tell me, dost thou feel content,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Far from that loved rural dwelling</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where thine infant days were spent?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is thy native land forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where glad parents, filled with joy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Prayed for heaven's richest blessings</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To attend their infant boy?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is thy native land forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Laud where thou first drew thy breath,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where those sainted parents watched thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where they closed their eyes in death?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is thy native land forgotten?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or dost thou revere the sod</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where thy heart for sin was broken,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where thy soul found peace with God?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is that sacred stream forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where, immersed beneath the flood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Saying, "I with Christ am buried,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And henceforth will live to God?"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is that hallowed spot forgotten?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or does fancy paint it now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With bright angels hov'ring o'er it</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Waiting to record that vow?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are thy brothers all forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Playmates 'neath New England's skies?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When thy sisters' names are mentioned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Do no warm emotions rise?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is that wasted form forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ling'ring 'round cold Jordan's shore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Praying death to stay his arrow</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Till she hears thy voice once more?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can that sister be forgotten?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thou art twining 'round her heart:</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, and let her eyes behold thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Let her soul in peace depart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is that river's shore forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where in childhood, oft we strayed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where the grape in purple clusters,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ripen'd 'neath the elm tree's shade?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Tell, dear friend, hast thou forgotten,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When beneath the apple tree,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That fair group of young companions,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Joined in merry sport with thee?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That old apple tree has withered,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And has vanished from the plain;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But that group are all still living,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Come, and meet with us again.</span><br> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESWOA"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<p>TO THE WIFE OF THE ABOVE.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair daughter of a sunny clime,<a name="FNanchor4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4"><sup>[4]</sup></a></span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And bride of him we love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The grief of those who mourn his loss,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Hath power thy heart to move.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">E'en now we love thee for his sake,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But not for his alone,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For in thy heart, a chord we find,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That vibrates with our own.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We love thee, while thy feet still roam</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Far on a southern shore;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But lead that wand'ring brother home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And we will love thee more.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, range New England's verdant hills,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And breathe our healthful air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill tinge thy cheeks with brighter bloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And make thee still more fair.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, while the vernal zephyrs blow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And wake to life the flowers;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, while the feathered warblers sing</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Through all our woodland bowers.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What though our leaves will fade and fall.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And chilling north winds blow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And all New England's hills and vales,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lie buried deep in snow!</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Snug dwellings and warm clothing still</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Have power to keep us warm,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We sit around the fireside then,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And smile to hear the storm.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, with thy partner, to that home</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which once he called his own,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which his long absence oft has made</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Most desolate and lone.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Welcome, twice welcome thou shalt be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Yes, welcome as his bride;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Welcome, I trust, for virtues too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which in thy heart abide.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, see the grateful tears of joy</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Stand trembling in the eye</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of those, who never can forget</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The lost one, till they die.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, feel the deep impassioned grasp</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Of each extended hand,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which welcomes that lost wanderer back</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To his dear native land.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor4">[4]</a><div class=note> The lady addressed is a native of the south.</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="COME_HOME_TO_NEW_ENGLAND"></a><h2>COME HOME TO NEW ENGLAND.</h2> + +<p>TO E.E.W. OF TEXAS.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come home to New England, the land of thy birth,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All nations still call her the queen of the earth.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh! come with thy partner and sweet rosy child,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where friends in life's morning, around you have smiled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, gather wild flowers, from the brookside and dell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And fruit from the orchard you once loved so well,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And feast on the sugar, fresh made from the grove,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where you and your brothers delighted to rove.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, sit in the shade of the clustering vine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose tendrils around the old elm tree entwine.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, range o'er the intervale, island and plain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And live o'er the days of thy boyhood again.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy Father in heaven seems acting his part,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He keeps those alive, once so dear to thy heart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy brothers and sisters, and nieces a score,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And nephews, are waiting to greet thee once more.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our Susan, the baby that clung to thy knee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And prattled around thee in infantine glee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Has grown up, she's married and two blooming boys</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Have stirred in her bosom a fountain of joys.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You start and exclaim, can the story be true!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I fear that you'll stay till she's <i>grandmother</i>, too.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You've staid for our infants to grow up and wed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our young men are old, our old ones are dead.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yes, white hairs are clustering round many a crown,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which wore, when you left them, rich tresses of brown.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One dear faithful sister has faded-and died,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Don't stay till the others both lie by her side.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At night I behold thee, I laugh and I weep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Alas! I awake, 'tis the vision of sleep;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Disheartened with pleading, and pleading in vain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Perhaps I may never entreat you again.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="A_SISTER'S_DEPARTURE"></a><h2>A SISTER'S DEPARTURE.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I saw the tear trembling in sister's blue eye,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In bright smiles she vailed it, full well I knew why.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That moment stern duty had called us to part,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Emotion was struggling for vent in her heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She asked, "will some angel in mercy descend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And from all afflictions each loved one defend?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or must pain and sickness make sweet home forlorn?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will death send an arrow, ere I shall return?"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear sister, my thoughts did in unison flow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My heart will be with you wherever you go;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">By day, in my fancy, thy image I see,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sleep brings refreshment when dreaming of thee.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="A_SISTER'S_COUNSEL"></a><h2>A SISTER'S COUNSEL.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Be cheerful," thou saidst; that sweet sentence I heard,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though filled with emotion, I spake not a word;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas music, more soothing than steals through the trees</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With green tresses waving in twilight's cool breeze.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Be cheerful," thou saidst, when about to depart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In tones that said plainly, we come from the heart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We think of thee sister, when absent or here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And wish not thine eye to be dimmed by a tear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Be cheerful," thou saidst, but, O how can I be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When thou, my dear sister, art absent from me?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet home looks so vacant, so lonely and drear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I cannot be cheerful as when thou art here.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Be cheerful," thou saidst, when about to depart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And conscious that grief was oppressing my heart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I thank thee, my sister, thy counsel was good,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I fain would obey thee, I wish that I could.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESFOP"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<p>TO A FRIEND ON PARTING.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Julia, let fond remembrance cling</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Around the parting hour;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Unfading let that garland be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Late plucked from friendship's bower.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Lurid and dark our path would be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Uncheered by friendship's rays;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Incense divine, thy hallowed flame</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lights up our darkest days.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Absence and time can ne'er destroy</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Pure friendship's chrystal streams;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Near us the loved one lingers round,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And greets us in our dreams.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No brighter chain this earth can boast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Than twines 'round kindred hearts;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Brilliant and fair the links remain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though fate rends them apart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Alas! that we so soon must part.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ere budding friendship's bloom;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Remain, sweet germ, within each heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And thrive beyond the tomb.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Receive, dear friend, these parting lines,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Though humble they appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Earth, with its joys, are fading fast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With all that love us here.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then may we be prepared to soar</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where ransomed spirits blend;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There may our souls in love unite,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Where friendship fears no end.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="FAREWELL_TO_A_BROTHER"></a><h2>FAREWELL TO A BROTHER.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Farewell, farewell, my dearest brother,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thou must be absent for awhile,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">May no dark clouds around thee gather,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">May health and fortune on thee smile.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In fancy's dreams, I'll oft be with thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">On thy fond heart my image bear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And while I hope again to meet thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The pleasing thought my heart shall cheer.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_WHD"></a><h2>TO W.H.D.</h2> + +<p>AN ADOPTED BROTHER.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The home of thy childhood thou didst not forget,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The friends which dwelt with thee are dear to thee yet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy warm friendly greeting betokens it now,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The smile of pure friendship still beams from thy brow.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I knew that thy heart was so faithful and true,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou wouldst not forget, though thou bad'st us adieu;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For thou didst rejoice with us when we were blest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sympathize with us, however distressed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Say, wilt thou remember us, while thou dost live,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And cherish our virtues, our frailties forgive?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O think of us always, where'er thou dost roam,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For thy living image dwells ever at home.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But there is a home which is better than this,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The inmates all drink at the fountain of bliss;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A friend, than a father or mother more dear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">More close than a brother, this friend will adhere.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Wouldst find that blest home? go, and follow the road,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which Christ and the prophets have marked out, to God;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Spirit will teach you, and guide, lest you stray,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While legions of angels shall throng round your way.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESFIA"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">TO A FRIEND IN AFFLICTION.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">AN ACROSTIC.</span><br> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">D ark frowning clouds obscure thy sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">E ach future prospect fades;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">B ut there's a kind protector nigh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O n him rely for aid.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">R ich treasures are locked up in store,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A ffliction turns the key;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">H ow oft when dreadful thunders roar,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">M ay showers bid famine flee.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O sister, never yield to fears</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">W hen tempests roar aloud,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">E 'en then, the bow of hope appears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">R ich hues bedeck yon cloud.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINES_TO_A_SISTER"></a><h2>LINES TO A SISTER.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Susan, I long again to greet thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fain would I clasp thee in my arms,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While that bland smile o'erspread thy features,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which to thy brow adds nameless charms.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear sister, I can still remember</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When first I clasped thee to my breast;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I viewed thee as a priceless treasure,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Bestowed to make life's pathway blest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although a little tiny creature,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Devoid of friendship, love, or care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, I highly prized the casket,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I knew a sister's heart throbbed there.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when I heard, in lisping accents,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Affection flowing from thy tongue,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With strange delight, I listened to it,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As though some little cherub sung.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When in the garden thou wast straying,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To play among thy fragrant flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I thought that Flora's fairest blossoms</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Would vainly strive to vie with ours.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear sister, canst not thou remember,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When I'd been absent for awhile,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With what a boyant step thou'dst meet me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And greet me with thy sunny smile?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, when fatigued, I sought retirement,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or left thee for a few short hours,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oft them wouldst steal into my chamber</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And strew my couch with fragrant flowers.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I trust that flame is not extinguished,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Although our duty bade us part;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I trust it still is burning brightly</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Upon the altar of thy heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O come, and join the fireside circle</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Around the old paternal hearth;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, let thy smiles and songs delight us,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">They are like sunlight to the earth.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The little birds are singing sweetly;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The verdant fields perfume the air;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our garden walks would be most pleasant,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">If Susan's voice was ringing there.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Adieu, dear sister, for the present,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But tell me, wilt thou not be here</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ere the wintry winds are sighing</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Requiems o'er a dying year?</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_MY_BROTHER"></a><h2>TO MY BROTHER.</h2> + +<p>THE SCENES OF OUR CHILDHOOD.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Far back, through the vista of long buried years,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I look through this valley of sorrow and tears;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like pictures, in bright glowing colors displayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The scenes of my life's rosy morn are portrayed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">An image, the foreground presents to my sight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which shed o'er my pathway its radiant light;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">An image of him who first held my soft hand,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And shouted with joy when his sister could stand;</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From him, I first caught the sweet magical art</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of turning to language, the thoughts of my heart;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When first to the school-house he went as my guide.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His heart swelled with pleasure, affection and pride.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Delighted, we ranged o'er the hillside, in spring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And listened with rapture to hear the birds sing;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then stopped in the pasture to see the lambs play,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As frolicsome, cheerful, and happy as they.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We ranged o'er the meadow, the forest, and bowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Picked berries for mother, and gathered wild flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear brother, how oft by the rosebush we sat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While you caught the butterflies under your hat.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With gay happy hearts to the woodland we strayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When autumn its rich pensive beauty displayed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The robin was chanting her sweet farewell song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While blithe little squirrels went skipping along.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Those bright little rogues which the husbandmen scorn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sly'd into their holes with their cheeks full of corn;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The clear mellow sunlight, in quivering streams,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sent through the tall tree tops its roseate beams.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Jack Frost and October, when evenings grew cold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Had drest up the forest in crimson and gold;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The bright leaves were borne on the wings of the breeze,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While we picked up beach-nuts from under the trees.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When trees were all leafless, and snow-clad the ground,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet pleasures at home in our cottage we found;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Round our bright blazing fire, we'd work, read, or play,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And find sweet employment to fill up each day.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when evening came, the old hearth we'd surround,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While you cracked the nuts, which in autumn we found,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I tended my kittens, and made up their bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You made them a yoke and a nice little sled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We heard the hens cackle, and thought we were blest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You flew to the hayloft, and found a full nest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then caught up the treasure, and smiled as you run,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With a hat full of eggs, and a head full of fun.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We ran on the snow-crust like fleet nimble deer,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until our fair cheeks would like rosebuds appear.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I never was lonesome, and never afraid,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If Hiram, my brother, for company stayed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O, then we were happy in winter or spring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yes, happier far than the happiest king.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You grew up to manhood, and left your old home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But may you he happy wherever you roam.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I ne'er can forget how it made my heart grieve,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When you of the precious old homestead took leave;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I feared that with business and cares overrun,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You'd soon cease to love me as once you had done;</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And earth would be shrouded in sadness and gloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If I, in your heart, could not always find room.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though care leaves a shadow on thy manly brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy heart's warm affections are mirrored there now.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But when you are with me a brief space to stay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'm all the while thinking you'll soon go away;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet we shall soon meet in a far distant land,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">God grant it may be at the Savior's right hand.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="MY_BROTHER_IN_THE_TEMPEST"></a><h2>MY BROTHER IN THE TEMPEST.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas summer, and a sultry day</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was drawing to a close,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One cloud, along the northwest lay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which tardily arose.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Along a winding path we strayed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which through the forest led,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While not one gentle zephyr swayed</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The branches overhead.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Deep mutt'ring thunders soon were heard,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dark shadows gathered round;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The trees, at intervals, were stirred</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By gusts of threat'ning sound.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The hurricane arose in wrath,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The rain in torrents poured;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Huge trees were flung across our path,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Loud crashing thunders roared.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When vivid lightnings round us blazed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He told me not to fear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My little trembling hand he seized,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And checked the rising tear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Loud thunders through the forest pealed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">He smiled, and cheered me on,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Exclaiming, "we'll soon reach the field,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then all the danger's gone."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But soon, in hurried tones he said,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"Run, sister, run with me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Look! look! directly o'er your head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Behold that falling tree!"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But, while I heard the warning sound</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Rise o'er the raging storm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its double trunk had clasped around</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My little trembling form.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why did my brother linger there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Nor strive to gain the field?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Torn branches filled the darkened air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Huge trees above us reeled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like some stern warrior on the field,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Midst danger, death, and strife,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He stood, determined not to yield,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Until he saved my life.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That awful tempest, and thy care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My mem'ry still retains,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Engraved upon those tablets fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Twill live while life remains.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESAS"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">ADDRESSED TO AN ABSENT SISTER.</span><br> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear sister, though absent, your image is bright,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It dwells in my heart and prompts me to write;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your health, is it blooming, your spirits in cheer?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You know 'twould rejoice me, such tidings to hear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The din of the village, and hum of the mill,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can they charm my sister like our quiet vale?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Does our little cottage seem humble and mean,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Embosomed with trees, and surrounded with green?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like father and mother, are those where you dwell?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like brothers and sisters who love you so well?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or do you look forward and sigh for that hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When we shall all meet in your jessamine bower?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where vines that you planted, will wave o'er your head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And nature's green carpet sweet odors will shed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each cool breeze is playing with flowers growing near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which sister has planted, our spirits to cheer.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your roses and lilacs, among the pine trees,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are swarming with butterflies, humbirds, and bees;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I view them each morning, all spark'ling with dew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And fancy they're emblems of sisters like you.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come home and do housework, tend poultry and flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At noontide recline in our cool shady bowers;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could not such employment still yield you delight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where birds are all singing from morning till night?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Soon summer is coming, your flow'rets will bloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And spread new enchantments around your old home;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our grove by the river in beauty is drest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The Whippowil's notes sweetly soothe us to rest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sun, in mild splendor, sinks down in the west,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Encircling with glory the old mountain's crest;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The clouds o'er his head glow with purple and gold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The river is catching the tinge of each fold.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The scene would be lovely, if sister was here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But now I'm so lonely, it looks sad and drear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The beauties of nature are losing their charms,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more to divert me, till clasped in your arms.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But I'm growing weary, I'll draw to a close,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And seek for refreshment in needful repose;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If this, from a sister can give you delight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Retire to your chamber, this evening, and write.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Adieu, my dear sister, until your return</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet home will be dreary, and almost forlorn;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">May God be your guide, your supporter and stay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Directing your footsteps, wherever you stray.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="A_MORNING_SCENE"></a><h2>A MORNING SCENE</h2> + +<p>ON A SISTER'S WEDDING DAY.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dear sister, when they called thee bride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That sound, my spirits deeply tried;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My heart, at that one little word,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Through every trembling fibre stirred.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd still a place within thy heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But oh, I felt it hard to part;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And that long dreaded hour had come,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When thou must leave thy childhood's home.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But that sad morn; a pleasant sight</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Cast o'er the future gleams of light;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I listened, and the voice of prayer</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ascended on the morning air.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas then, I thought the heavenly dove</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Gave us a token of his love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For, in the western heavens, now</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Appeared a bright resplendent bow.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas lovely as that arch displayed</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When Noah by the altar prayed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That sacred scene could but impart</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A gleam of sunshine to my heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O, 'twas a consecrated hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When, through that sweet refreshing shower</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The morning sunbeams brightly smiled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And whispered, trust thy Father, child.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_THE_WHIPPOWIL"></a><h2>TO THE WHIPPOWIL.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Vernal songster, thou art here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With the flowers thou dost appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yes, sweet little Whippowil,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou art singing by the rill;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where the silver moonbeam plays</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou dost chant thy hymn of praise;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy shrill voice I love to hear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I'd have thee warble near.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, sweet bird, the moonlight shines</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Through the verdant row of pines,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Standing by our cottage door,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, where thou hast sang before,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When I heard thy thrilling note</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On the twilight breezes float,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ming'ling with the cheerful song</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of our happy fireside throng.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Loved ones, that to me are dear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No more tune their voices here;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Some have sought a distant home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Gone, 'midst other scenes to roam;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One is racked with wasting pain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And may never sing again;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While I hear thy feeble moan,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I can never sing alone;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still, we welcome blooming spring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But there's no one here to sing.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come then, little singing bird,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Let thy cheerful voice be heard;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, and pour thy melting lays</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where thou didst in better days;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Strive each drooping heart to cheer,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Strive to dry the falling tear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Strive to soothe each throbbing breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hushing troubled minds to rest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">"My harp is on the willows hung.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">And the strings all out of tune,"</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And dost thou listen for a song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From this frail harp, neglected long?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My harp, alas! is drenched in tears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Rent by contending hopes and fears.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pale trembling fingers sweep the strings</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whene'er my muse, in sadness, sings;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For, prostrate now, before me lays</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The playmate of bright joyous days;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She was my early childhood's pet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor can my bleeding heart forget</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That love, which has, in later years</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shared all my pastimes, hopes, and fears.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Long has pale death beside her stood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And poured his arrows like a flood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whilst I have tried, with beating heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To steal the poison from each dart;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But oft I fear, lest these dread showers</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will baffle all our feeble powers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And death's cold hand, will rend apart</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The tie that binds her to my heart.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Long I've refused to leave her side,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Lest there should aught remain untried,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which might her wasting form restore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And tinge her cheek with bloom once more.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oft by her couch, the livelong night,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've watched, till morn's unwelcome light,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like some vain babbler, must reveal</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The tears, which I would fain conceal;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then softly stole, in silence, where</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No sigh could reach the sufferer's ear.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But, shall I thus forever weep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And let my harp forgotten sleep,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When there's one sweet melodious strain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose power can wake its string again?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, let us chant one grateful song</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To Him, whose patience waited long,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"<i>God ruleth, let the earth rejoice!</i>"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yes, let us make a joyful noise.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We're chastened by a hand divine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Let us be dumb, nor dare repine;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou didst it. O, our Father, God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then let us humbly kiss the rod.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though from our eyes the tear-drop starts,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When those who twine around our hearts</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Are suffering with exquisite pain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, we may weep, and not complain.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Lord, thou didst weep, and so may we,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And bow submissive still to Thee;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Grant us thy grace in sorrow's hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To flee for refuge to thy power.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_A_SISTER__WHILE_DANGEROUSLY_ILL"></a><h2>TO A SISTER WHILE DANGEROUSLY ILL.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O Sister! Sister! can it be</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That thou must droop, and die?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still blending on thy fair young cheek,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">The rose and lily vie.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But burning fever is the root</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From whence those roses spring;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While pain and suffering, on thy brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Those snowy lilies fling.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_INVALID'S_DREAM"></a><h2>THE INVALID'S DREAM</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sick girl sat with downcast eye,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her bosom heaved the deep drawn sigh,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She felt that all complaint was vain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For health would ne'er return again.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With pain and weariness oppressed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She sought her pillow, there to rest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While sleep a welcome visit paid,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bright scenes were to her view displayed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In fancy's magic glass, she sees</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her cheek, long faded by disease,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The rose of health blooms there again,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis no deceitful hectic stain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Lightly and firm her footsteps fell;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In rapture, she exclaimed, "I'm well!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I bear no suff'ring, feel no pain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My long lost treasure I regain."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her blooming form now stands erect,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In fair and comely robes bedecked;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her limbs, so long with pain oppressed.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can nimbly move or sweetly rest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Rejoicing friends their praises sing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To Hezekiah's bounteous king;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Well pleased, she hears their grateful songs,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And her glad voice the strain prolongs.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But sleep his downy pinions spread,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her slumbers broke, the vision fled;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Her burning temples throbbed with pain,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She was an invalid again.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_A_BUTTERFLY_IN_MY_CHAMBER"></a><h2>TO A BUTTERFLY IN MY CHAMBER.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whence art thou, frail, wand'ring stranger,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Softly flitting round my bed?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Is thy life exposed to danger?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Are thy friends and kindred dead?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Does the cold rude breath of autumn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Chill thy little fragile form?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hast thou come to seek a shelter</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">From the dreaded gath'ring storm?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Art thou now our friendship trying?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Wouldst thou test the vows we made,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When thou was so gaily flying</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">'Round us, 'neath the fragrant shade?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or, wouldst thou our hearts be cheering,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Through this pensive lonely eve,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While the chilly winds are bearing</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">On their wings the faded leaf?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Would thou wast the Father's token,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That the sweet celestial dove,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When the golden bowl is broken,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Will support us by his love,—</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will, in that dread painful conflict,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Flit around our dying bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, to fill the soul with comfort,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Whisper, "blessed are the dead."</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_THE_quotWILD_FLOWERquot"></a><h2>TO THE "WILD FLOWER."<a name="FNanchor5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5"><sup>[5]</sup></a></h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've ranged the bright streamlet in childhood's blest hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And culled from its borders spring's loveliest flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then bound up my bouquet, all glitt'ring with dew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And smiled on my treasure as homeward I flew.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've seen the sweet violet deck the green sod,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All fresh from the hand of a bountiful God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While soft whisp'ring zephyrs breathed this in my ear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"The wisdom of God in these blossoms appear."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've looked on the mayflower, spring's earliest child,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It peeped from the snowdrift and modestly smiled;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I've plucked the fair lily, arrayed in fair white,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And drank in its fragrance with heartfelt delight.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet blossoms that smile in the green woodland bower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ne'er rival this sweet intellectual flower;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This blossom sprang up from the depths of the mind,—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The heart's thrilling fibres its tendrils entwine,</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Affection's pure fountain has watered the germ,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The bright sun of intellect cherished its form,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It's petals were colored in fancy's rich dye,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till they, with the hues of the rainbow may vie;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll pluck thee, sweet blossom, pure fragrance I find,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When the rich perfumes are inhaled by the mind.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor5">[5]</a><div class=note> A volume of poems.</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_MINISTER"></a><h2>THE MINISTER</h2> + +<p>AT THE FAMILY ALTAR. COMPOSED FOR THE REV. W. FOSS, +OF LEEDS.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The father, still in manhood's prime,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was bowed in humble prayer;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His partner, fair as when a bride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was kneeling by him there.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Reclining on a sister's arm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The babe found sweet repose;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While from the heart, in accents warm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The father's prayer arose.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And, fair as rosebuds bathed in dew;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By morning zephyrs fanned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A blooming group of loved ones, too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was ranged on either hand.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As many children God had given,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As good old Jacob had;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That he might meet them all in heaven,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">How fervently he prayed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What deep emotions filled my breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That scene my spirit stirred;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will not that family be blessed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That prayer in heaven be heard?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though oft his duty calls abroad,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Salvation's news to bear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The father leaves his charge with God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Confiding in his care.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="AN_APPEAL_FOR_IRELAND"></a><h2>AN APPEAL FOR IRELAND.</h2> + +<p>"Cast thy bread upon the waters, for thou shall find it after many +days."—<i>Ecel</i>. xi; 1.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hark! hear the cry of Erin's sons,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">By plague and famine frantic;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The wail of wives and little ones</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Comes o'er the broad Atlantic.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O, heed the bitter piercing cry,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That's pealing o'er the ocean;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To us, to us, for aid they fly,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As Israel fled to Goshen.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">List! hear that sad and mournful sound,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">It is the parent sighing;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside him, on the damp cold ground.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">His darling ones are lying.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A nation sinking to the grave;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">How thick death's shafts are flying!</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The loved, the lovely, and the brave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">From want are daily dying.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They're calling to Columbia's sons,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And to her happy daughters;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Take of your bread, ye favor'd ones,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And cast it on the waters.</span><br> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_LITTLE_CLOUD"></a><h2>THE LITTLE CLOUD.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All day the rain has patter'd down,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In dense dark folds, clouds hang around,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The humid air is dead and still,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thick vapors veil the distant hill.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But now, a little crimson cloud</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beams from an opening in the shroud,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which, like a dusky pall, o'erspreads</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The azure vault above our heads.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our fancy, while we gaze, takes wings</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And flits around earth's brighter things,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then whispers in our list'ning ears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"This earth is not all sighs and tears."</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This cloud is like the robin's song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose notes were hushed all winter long,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But comes to usher in the hours,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose genial warmth revives the flowers.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or like the south wind's gentle voice,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bidding all nature's works rejoice,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Teaching the little birds, to sing</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A serenade to blooming spring.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like budding flowers where thorns once grew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And beauty bursting into view</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where all was dark, and drear, and wild,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor pleasures in prospective smiled.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis like the smile that beams through tears,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When hope usurps the place of fears;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like health, new sparkling in the eye</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of him, whom friends gave up to die.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Faint emblem of the glory shed</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Around the dying christian's bed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That prelude to the dazzling light</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which bursts on his enraptured sight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When the freed spirit soars above,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And faith is swallowed up in love.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LEWISTON"></a><h2>LEWISTON,</h2> + +<p>AS IT WAS, AND AS IT IS.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It was a wild, sequestered spot,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With here and there a humble cot;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, nature's richest robes were thrown</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Around those hills and valleys lone.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twas quiet, fair, and lovely, then,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though beasts of prey and savage men</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Roamed o'er those hills of graceful form,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose trees for ages braved the storm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, humbly stooping to behold</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The broad majestic stream, that rolled</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Through smiling mead and woody plain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fast speeding onward to the main,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or, dashing from its rocky height,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Proclaims the great Creator's might,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its deep toned music, strangely meet</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To mingle with the anthem sweet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That floated on each whisp'ring breeze,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which came, soft stealing through the trees</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That grew upon the winding shore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In giant ranks, in days of yore.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When genial spring her magic spell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Cast 'round each lovely woodland dell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And woke to life the warbling throng,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While streamlets gaily danced along;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If such a spot on earth be found,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Those hills and vallies all around</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Smiled, like the paradise of God,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When first by sinless beings trod.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thus, rude, romantic, grand, sublime,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Was Lewiston, in olden time.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But Art and Genius, passing by,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Saw this fair spot neglected lie,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then said, in deep emotion's tone,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Shall these bright waves go dancing on,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just like a thoughtless child at play,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Who throws his strength and skill away?"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Anon, they raised the useful mills,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sparkling waters moved the wheels,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And industry, with cheerful air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Was pleased to take her station there.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The proud old forest bowed, his head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With sullen frowns the savage fled,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The timid beaver left the shore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The deer and moose were seen no more.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Rich cultivated fields appeared.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Neat tasteful dwellings soon were reared,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In graceful ranks we see them stand,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With spacious streets on either hand.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where once the Indian's wigwam stood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The factory, with its busy crowd,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dispenses blessings far and near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While rich and poor its products share.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Here merchandise, with eagle eyes,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His own and others' wants supplies;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And science, like a swelling tide,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Diffuses knowledge far and wide.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sweetly pealing sabbath bells,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now echo round those hills and dells,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And call the villagers to meet</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where they enjoy communion sweet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With Him who answers ev'ry prayer</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That humble faith can utter there.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There's music in those sabbath bells,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This pleasing truth methinks they tell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That God is held in rev'rence there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And worshiped in His house of prayer.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In the fair background now are seen</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet hills and dales, all robed in green,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With here and there a pleasant grove</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where every class delights to rove;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There, age sits down beneath the shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where he has oft in childhood strayed;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There, youths and maidens often walk,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To spend an hour in friendly talk;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There, little children, too, are seen,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like lambs they gambol o'er the green;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They wander there in summer hours</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In quest of birds' nests, fruit, and flowers.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The scholar loves this solitude,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where tumult never dares intrude;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And here the stranger likes to roam,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And think of loved ones left at home.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The saint, at twilight's pensive hour,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Here seeks the sweet secluded bower;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While whisp'ring zephyrs linger near,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And waft to heaven the humble prayer.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And all who study nature's book,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On this fair page delight to look;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'll range those hills and vallies o'er,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And trace the river's winding shore.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor can they e'er forget to look</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Upon the little murm'ring brook,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which, like a silver belt, winds round</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The hill, with oak and elm trees crowned.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But that majestic waterfall,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In grandeur still surpasses all.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Should Art and Genius there assemble,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With solemn awe they'd stand and tremble;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Than all their works, they'd own this greater,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And bow before the great Creator.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TWILIGHT_MUSINGS"></a><h2>TWILIGHT MUSINGS.</h2> + +<p>BY AMELIA.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I wandered out one summer night,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Twas when my years were few,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The wind was singing in the light,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And I was singing too.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">One fleecy cloud upon the air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was all that met my eyes,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">It floated like an angel there,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Between me and the skies.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I clapped my hands and warbled wild,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As here and there I flew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For I was but a careless child,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And did as children do.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I heard the laughing wind behind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Twas playing with my hair;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The breezy fingers of the wind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">How cool and moist they were.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The twilight hours came stealing by,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And still I wandered free;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ten thousand stars were in the sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ten thousand on the sea.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For ev'ry wave with dimpled face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That leaped upon the air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Had caught a star in its embrace,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And held it trembling there.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But wherefore weave such strains as these,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And sing them day by day,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When every bird upon the breeze</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Can sing a sweeter lay.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd give the world for their sweet art.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The simple, the divine;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd give the world to melt one heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As they have melted mine.</span><br> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_AMELIA"></a><h2>TO AMELIA.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And wouldst thou, sweet minstrel, if earth should unfold</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To thee all her treasures of silver and gold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Resign all thy riches, thy wealth, fame and power,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To sing like the birds in the green woodland bower?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like thee, dear Amelia, I love the wild bird,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their soft melting strains, at grey twilight, I've heard;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The whippowils, then, on the cool zephyr's wing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their clear pensive notes in rich harmony fling.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I listen each morning with heartfelt delight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While birds bid adieu to the shadows of night.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And greet in sweet anthems the bright king of day,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As they through the forest are soaring away.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet thy flowing numbers, when breathing around,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Awaken such echoes as these never found;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A chord in my bosom, thy sonnet has stirred,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which never was touched by the notes of a bird.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But meekness in woman to me is so dear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love thee the more when such language I hear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">True greatness and modesty, when they combine,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like stars of the firmament sparkle and shine.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The birds of the forest thy spirits can cheer,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their songs fill with music thy sensitive ear,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But has that fair dove in thy heart found a nest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose singing can make thee eternally blest?</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="MOONLIGHT_MUSINGS"></a><h2>MOONLIGHT MUSINGS.</h2> + +<p>THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY VIEWING A ROW OF FINE TREES NEAR +MY DWELLING.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">These youthful pines, a verdant row,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Cast their dark shadows on the snow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Just like a picture, or a dream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or tale of fairy lands, they seem.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I hear a soft melodious lay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The winds are with their tops at play;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While moonbeams through their branches stealing,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Wake up a wild romantic feeling.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The forest birds in spring will come,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">'Neath these green boughs to make their home,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To cheer us with their sweet wild song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To build their nests and rear their young.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Child of the wood, in infancy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I learned to love the forest tree;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'm still the same romantic creature,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Admiring all the works of nature.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The rocks, the fields, the groves and flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Are fraught with some mysterious powers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That bind me with a pleasing spell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which naught can break while here I dwell.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The wild bird's note, the woodland dell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Have charms beyond my power to tell;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While winds are through the forest roaring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My spirit with the sound seems soaring.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The rosy morn, the sunset sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The glitt'ring retinue on high,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The sun's broad blaze, the moon's mild beams,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Reflected from the lakes and streams,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The ocean dashing on the shore,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And meteors streaming through the air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Proclaim that God is everywhere.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THOUGHTSP"></a><h2>THOUGHTS</h2> + +<p>SUGGESTED BY VIEWING A PETUNIA.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair plant, well pleased on thee I look,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thou art a page in nature's book,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which I delight to read;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though stoics set thee quite at naught,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And say that none but children ought</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On such vain trifles spend a thought,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Their words I little heed.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A child I'd ever wish to be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With an instructer just like thee,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And listen to her voice;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fain wouldst thou our best passions move,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And lead our wandering thoughts above,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where, at the fount of boundless love,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We ever might rejoice.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Our tender care thou dost repay,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though watched and guarded night and day,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thus teaching thoughtless man;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When thou art nursed and watered well,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy bursting buds with fragrance swell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And thus the grateful story tell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That we do all we can.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thy blooming petals love the light.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The sun smiles on them, they grow bright,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Withdraws his beams, they faint;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet, when beneath his radiant gaze,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The modest blush that o'er them plays,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To every thinking mind, portrays</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The contrite, humble saint.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet plant, I love thee, yes, I do,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And all thy blooming kindred too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">(More than the works of art,)</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For in them, I can ever find</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Such beauty, skill and power combined,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As captivate and soothe the mind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And cheer the drooping heart.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Fair gift, by royal donor given,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">dipped in the radiant dyes of heaven,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And strown o'er every land,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ye shed your fragrance o'er the tomb,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Steal from deep solitude its gloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when the gardener gives you room,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">You bless his fostering hand.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not Newton, though he soared so high,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And traced the planets through the sky,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With such amazing power,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor Franklin, whom we praise so loud,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though lightnings in their misty shroud,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Obeyed his voice and left the cloud,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Could make the simplest flower.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor could the chemist's skill suffice</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To mingle such exquisite dyes,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As in the flowers appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And were all human powers combined,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And centred in one single mind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its best productions, we should find,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Stand halting in the rear.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When, veiled in flesh, God dwelt below,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He deigned his watchful care to show,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">For man's ungrateful race;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When sin their drowsy eyes had sealed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He took the lily of the field,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And bade them think what that revealed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And learn to trust his grace.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The garden which Jehovah planned,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And planted with his own right hand,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Was decked with fragrant flowers;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And shall we boast that we now slight</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What God designed to give delight,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ere sin had cast its with'ring blight</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">O'er all our mental powers?</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="TO_A_WHITE_HOLLYHOCK"></a><h2>TO A WHITE HOLLYHOCK.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet plant, so fair, so pure thy blossoms look,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I almost fancy that some angel, from</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His wing the feathers plucked, and of them, at</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The twilight hour, thy snowy petals made.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But fancy leads astray. Not one of all</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That shining throng, which worship 'round the throne,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could e'er such work perform. None but the hand</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Divine, these curious fabrics wrought.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="LINESMTB"></a><h2>LINES</h2> + +<p>SUGGESTED BY VIEWING THE MINIATURE OF A PAIR OF LOVELY +TWIN BOYS, WHO WERE DEPRIVED OF THEIR MOTHER AT THE +AGE OF TWO MONTHS, AND WERE THE ONLY REMAINING CHILDREN +OF THEIR FATHER.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I gaze upon this picture fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And find strange beauty mirrored there;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Its magic spell with power is fraught,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To ope the fount of hidden thought.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet childhood's opening blossoms here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In all their loveliness appear;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pure innocence, with touching grace,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Smiles in each feature of the face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Like rosy morning's cheerful rays,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O'er childhood's artless brow, it plays.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The lips, half open, almost speak,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While on the fresh, young, dimpled cheek,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The bloom is like those vernal flowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose fragrance fills our woodland bowers.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Those speaking eyes the power have caught,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To mirror forth the germs of thought;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their silent language, deep and strong,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Can touch the hidden springs of song;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their melting beams can reach the mind,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where they our best affections find.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why did these twin-born, smiling boys,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come here to wake maternal joys,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In that fond, faithful mother's breast,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where they could but a moment rest?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With love too deep for words to speak,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She pressed each tender infant cheek,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With quivering lips and falt'ring breath,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before the opening gates of death,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While faintly burned the vital spark,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Within life's frail and shattered bark,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just mooring in the port of bliss,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">She paused to steal one last, fond kiss.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In death's embrace those lips were cold,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ere half their thrilling tale was told;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The mother and her babes must part,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before the tender infant heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">By her soft winning tones, had learned</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What love within her bosom burned</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Before her counsels, blessed and wise,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could train her offspring to the skies.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet babes! so helpless, frail and fair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why here, without her watchful care?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your sainted brother never wept</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Beside the grave, where loved ones slept,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While clouds were gathering round his head,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He to the Savior's bosom fled.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Then why not plume your tiny wings,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And soar to where your mother sings?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why tarry on this barren shore;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till waves of trouble round you roar?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ah! now I know; you linger here,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your father's lonely hours to cheer.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Death would not pluck the last fair flower,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That bloomed in his connubial bower;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He fondly loves his orphan boys,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They half restore his withered joys.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sweet rosebuds, springing from the tomb,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Long round his hearthstone may you bloom,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With smiles of love your father greet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And fill your mother's vacant seat.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="THE_CULTIVATION_OF_FLOWERS"></a><h2>THE CULTIVATION OF FLOWERS.</h2> +<br> + +<p>Where can we find a more healthy and delightful employment, than the +cultivation of flowers? Though of less importance than those plants +which are necessary for the support of animal life, yet, rightly +considered, they yield a pleasant and instructive entertainment for the +intellectual powers, and may justly be termed food for the mind.</p> + +<p>"Nonsense" some of our readers exclaim, "Nonsense, to talk of feeding +the immortal mind, with flowers! For one, I think people may find some +more useful employment than that of persuading their fellow beings to +spend the precious hours of this <i>short</i> life upon these useless +playthings."</p> + +<p>But pause, my readers, and consider who gave this finishing touch to the +face of nature. Who strewed the fields with flowers? Were they not +brought into existence by the same All-wise Being who created the earth +upon which we dwell, with its millions of intelligent beings, its vast +oceans, its towering mountains, its flaming volcanoes and its majestic +rivers with their awe inspiring cataracts; who created the sun, that +great fountain of light and heat, and the centre of attraction for those +vast globes which revolve around it, and then counterpoised with such +precision the different forces which produce and continue their motion, +that they continue to perform their appointed revolutions, without the +least deviation from that orbit, in which they were placed at creation's +dawn; who "made the stars also," that innumerable multitude of fixed +stars, or suns with their attending planets which inhabit the boundless +regions of space; whose wonderful works are so numerous as to overwhelm +the feeble mind of man, and to compel him to conclude at the +commencement, by saying that they are infinite? And shall we be so +impious as to hush the voice of reason, and disregard the words of holy +writ enough to say, that even the little violet was made in vain? I +should sooner believe that Washington, the father of our country, while +the destiny of our nation was placed, as it were, in his hands, was in +the habit of deserting his army while on the battle field, engaged in +the most bloody conflict with a mortal foe, for the sole purpose of +amusing himself with soap bubbles and firebrand ribbons.</p> + +<p>"But," says one, "they were created for a scourge and a snare to fallen +man; for while we are compelled to spend much of our time in destroying +thorns and thistles from our premises, they are continually tempting the +weaker part of our race to spend their strength and time upon that, +which at best, can yield no profit." But against this assertion, the +scriptures afford us ample proof, for we are there informed, that they +were created before the fall, and pronounced very good, while thorns and +thistles were brought forth afterwards; for the Lord said, when +pronouncing the curse upon Adam, "Cursed be the ground for thy sake, +thorns and thistles shall it bring forth unto thee," thus implying that +they were not already in existence. And again, flowers are universally +spoken of in scripture as blessings, or used as emblems of things +valuable or pleasing, while thorns and thistles are always used to +represent things hurtful, or afflictive. And if any part of nature's +works retain their native purity and remain unchanged, save by the hand +of death, is it not flowers? It is true, they neither supply us with +food or clothing, and if they possess medical qualities, they might as +well be contained in the plant without the appendage of a flower. Nor +were they made for the fowls of the air, or the beasts of the field, for +they totally disregard them; we never see the ox, the horse, or the +sheep, stop to smell their fragrance or gaze upon their beauty. And many +of those who are termed the lords of creation, consider them beneath the +notice of intellectual beings, and yet they were made for some wise +purpose. We will therefore admit the truth of an assertion made by a +friend, who remarked that flowers were doubtless created for the sole +purpose of gratifying the weak and childish minds of the female sex. Be +it so, let us thankfully receive the gift, and think ourselves honored +by being thought worthy of the fairest and sweetest part of nature's +productions; for which she has reserved her most grateful perfumes, her +richest dyes, and the finest strokes of her pencil. Yes, we <i>will</i> +cultivate flowers, for we do not profess to be more scrupulous about the +manner in which we spend our time than the Lord of the universe was, +for he planted flowers in <i>his</i> garden. The scriptures inform us that he +planted every tree that was pleasant to the sight. And flowers certainly +were pleasant, even to the pure eyes of our Savior; for while speaking +of the lilies of the field, he says, "Even Solomon, in all his glory, +was not arrayed like one of these." And the wisest of men, when +searching the world over for comparisons worthy of his beloved, exclaims +in the fullness of a heart overflowing with love and gratitude, "He is +the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley."</p> + +<p>Sweet flowers, there is room enough for you in the female mind. We will +take you to our bosoms and cherish you with that affectionate regard, +which your lovely qualities deserve. We will admire your spotless purity +and innocence. You were thought worthy of a place in the blissful bowers +of Eden. And for aught we know, ye were the only part of nature's works +which were created solely for the purpose of charming the mind and +gratifying the senses of sinless beings. And may we make a profitable +use of these lovely relics of paradise! May they continually remind us +of the skill, wisdom and goodness of the great Architect of the +universe!</p> + +<p>Where can we find a more transparent medium through which we may "look +through nature up to nature's God," than a veil interwoven with flowers? +When fatigued in body, where can we find a more pleasant resting place +than beneath the cool shade of an arbor, in the flower garden? When our +spirits are depressed or our minds perplexed with distracting care, +thither let us repair: it will prove a more effectual remedy than on +hour spent in gossipping, or an evening in the ball room. It can but +exert a healthful influence over the mind, to inhale such exquisite +odors, and gaze upon such beautiful colors and delicate tints, combined +with gracefulness and elegance of form. The art of man has long been +striving to imitate them, but the simplest flower that blooms still +eclipses their best performances. And yet the gorgeous canopy that decks +the monarch's throne owes half its splendor to the imperfect miniature +of the inhabitants of the flower garden.</p> + +<p>And strange as it appears, how often do we see persons, who would blush +were they seen contemplating the simple beauties of a delicate flower, +pride themselves in embellishing their dwellings and equipage with its +coarsely wrought picture. But while they are pleasing themselves with +the shadow, we will feast ourselves on the substance.</p> + +<p>"I am weary of this lecture upon flowers," the stoical reader exclaims: +If so, my friend, you are at liberty to retire to any place of +entertainment which your better judgment may suggest; but I will lay +aside my pen to walk among the flowers; and see if some of those silent, +though eloquent preachers, will not furnish the mind with some new idea, +which may serve as a foundation for another discourse.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="MUSIC_OF_THE_MIND"></a><h2>MUSIC OF THE MIND.</h2> + +<p>What is music of the mind? Is it the soft harmonious strains of the +little minstrel which often steals into some secret nook within the +heart, and there tunes her silent harp to notes of sweetest melody? +Though we never hear her melting lays, yet persons in every station, +from the king upon his throne to the beggar by the wayside, and the rude +untutored savage roaming through his native forest, often experience +that exquisite pleasure produced by her magic spell.</p> + +<p>We are continually surrounded by scenes calculated to produce this +music. The variegated scenery of different landscapes; the changing +seasons of the year; Spring with her balmy air, soft refreshing showers, +green fields, fragrant flowers, and merry cheerful birds; Summer, with +her sultry days, her cool inviting shades, her waving fields, and +delicious fruits; and Autumn, with his rich golden harvest, bright +pensive dreamy days, and clear moonlight evenings, have power to rouse +the minstrel from her slumbers; and even rude old Winter, clothed in +clouds and storms and drifting snows, can with his icy fingers sweep her +silent harp strings and wake their wildest melody.</p> + +<p>We retire beneath the sacred shade of some ancient forest, and look upon +nature as she stands forth arrayed in all the charms of her primeval +beauty; where art has never plucked her native bloom, and tinged her +cheek with carmine. We there gaze upon the tall old trees, which have +for centuries been towering higher and higher, till they seem ambitious +to wave their lofty tops among the very clouds of heaven. We quench our +thirst with the sparkling waters of the pure spring, which bubbles up +cool and clear from its crystal fountain, washing the roots of the +trees, and trickling over the ground in bright streams, like threads of +molten silver, till they unite in one of those beautiful streamlets +which lend such enchantment to the woodland bowers; here, murmuring +melodiously among smooth rocks and bright pebbles, while the dimpling +eddies upon its surface reflect the rays of laughing sunshine which +quiver through the leafy canopy above; there, dashing over a projecting +rock forming a little cascade, and then flowing smoothly along, bearing +upon its tranquil bosom the fair images of the flowers which spring up +along its banks, upon the sloping hill-side and in every shady nook and +dell, smiling in strange beauty among the stern features of the woodland +scene. Sweet flowers, so fair and fragile, that they flourish only when +sheltered from the rude blast and pelting storm by some friendly shade, +and so modest and retiring in their habits, that they shun the open +field, where they must encounter the scrutinizing gaze of the noonday +sun, and choose this sweet seclusion for their home.</p> + +<p>We stand upon the shores of the ocean, while the sun emerges from its +bed, lifting his broad shining disk above the blue waters, and tinging +the sparkling waves with every hue that decks the rainbow's form. We +gaze with rapture upon the scene, till, dazzled by its brilliancy, we +turn our eyes upon the white sails, gliding over the bosom of the deep, +like some noble bird winging its way through the air, or watch the +swelling waves, as they roll in grand procession towards us, and break +in thunder on the shore. We sit in a calm summer evening and watch the +shadows as they lengthen o'er the ground, till they lose themselves in +the deep rich green of the vales from winch the sun has disappeared, to +gild the tops of the forest trees and far off hills with more than +noonday splendor. The balmy zephyrs hold their breath, nor dare to +whisper in the softest tone, while the little forest birds, in sweetly +pensive strains, are chanting forth their evening hymn of praise and +homage to the sun, who, now all bright with parting smiles, sinks down +behind the western hills, tinging the clouds at first with light faint +orange streaks, which soon turn to crimson, and touched again by +sunset's magic wand, they glow in purple of the richest dyes, then +slowly fade to grey, while twilight draws around us her dewy curtains +and shuts the scene from our admiring gaze.</p> + +<p>We walk abroad in the calm stillness of a moonlight evening, when night, +cheered by the presence of her fair queen, withholds her dusky pall and +contents herself by drawing a thin silvery veil over the fair-face of +nature, which only serves to cast a shade of pensive beauty upon her +lovely features. The rocks, the fields, the lakes and streams, the +distant hills and mountains, whose lofty peaks are crowned with the +white fleecy clouds which skirt the horizon, appear far more lovely when +viewed by the pure dreamy light now stealing around us, than when +displayed to our sight by the clear light of day. The trees and shrubs +lie pictured on the dewy earth, their fair images reposing in motionless +beauty, save when the cool breath of evening plays among the verdant +branches, disturbing their shadowy outlines. No sound breaks upon the +stillness of the scene, except the gentle murmur of the winding stream +or the roar of some far off waterfall, softened and subdued by distance, +till it mingles in harmony with the clear shrill notes of the +whippowils, who never close their waking eyes, but serenade the moon +till morning light, while every object upon which we turn our eyes +reminds us of the fancy sketch of some fairy land.</p> + +<p>We gaze upon the grand array, when Aurora Borealis plays her antic +freaks, fights her mimic battles, waves her flaming banner along the +northern skies. We look out upon the blue expanse above, when the bright +and beautiful stars, with their sparkling eyes, are looking from their +distant homes upon our little earth like angels commissioned to watch +over its slumbering inhabitants, till the clear light of day arouses +them to life and consciousness. In view of objects and scenes like +these, a pleasing sensation steals over the mind, till no language can +express the emotions which struggle for vent within our bosoms and the +full heart flutters like an imprisoned bird against the walls of its +cage.</p> + +<p>This is what we call music of the mind. Yet when no love to the Creator +mingles with our contemplations, it is music of an inferior order. But +when an individual is brought to realize and "believe with all his +heart" that the author of all the scenes of beauty, grandeur and +sublimity, which nature presents to the eye, has condescended to drop +the sceptre from his hand, lay by his dazzling crown and leave his +throne of glory, while he descended to our earth, and gave his life to +ransom guilty rebels against his righteous government, pouring out his +blood on Calvary till the fountain is sufficient to cleanse the foulest +stains of sin, even from the most polluted soul; then it is that his +mind is filled with music, and that too, which is as much superior to +any ever experienced by an unregenerate soul, as the full blaze of the +noonday sun is to the faint light which glimmers from the burning taper. +For every fibre of the heart, now touched by the finger of God, wakes in +harmony, and vibrates with the richest music of which earth or heaven +can boast. It is the very same which animates the spirits of just men +made perfect, and none but blood washed sinners can ever learn the song.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No music, borne from Eden's bowers,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">On heaven's own balmy wings,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No song, that angels ever sang.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Could roach these lofty strings;</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For Gabriel with his golden harp,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Tuned by the heavenly dove,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could never touch the thrilling notes</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Of God's redeeming love.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="APPENDIX"></a><h2>APPENDIX.</h2> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + +<p>The Pastoral was published in one of the papers of the day. As it gave +rise to a little mirth, we insert it with the poems annexed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="PRAISES_OF_RURAL_LIFE"></a><h2>PRAISES OF RURAL LIFE.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Though city ladies treat with scorn</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The humble farmer's wife,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And call his daughters rude and coarse,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'll live a country life.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd rather spin, and weave, and knit,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And wholesome meals prepare,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Than, dressed in silk, with servants throng'd,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lounge in my cushioned chair.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see my chickens grow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">My turkies, ducks, and geese;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to tend my flowering plants,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And make the new milk cheese.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to wash, I love to sew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">All needful work I like to do;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I like to keep my kitchen neat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And humble parlor, too.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And when the grateful task is done,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And pleasure claims a share,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With some dear friend I'll walk abroad</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And take the balmy air.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Not through the dusty, crowded streets,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Amid the bustling throng,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But in some pleasant cool retreat,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">We'll hear the woodland song.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Or trace the winding silver stream,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And linger on its banks,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While all the birds in concert sweet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Present their evening thanks.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We'll seek the ancient forest shade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And see its branches wave,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which have, perchance, a requiem sang</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Above the red man's grave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We'll breathe the pure untainted air,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fresh from the verdant hills;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And pluck wild blossoms from their beds</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Beside the laughing rills.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love the country in the spring,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With all its waving trees;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When songs of joy from every grove</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Are wafted on the breeze.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The smiling pastures robed in green,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">How beautiful, and gay;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With bleating flocks, and lowing herds,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And little lambs at play.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love midst rural scenes to dwell,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In summer's pleasant hours;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And pluck her sweet delicious fruits,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And smell her fragrant flowers.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see the growing corn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And fields of waving grain;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love the sunshine, and the shade.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And gentle showers of rain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see the glitt'ring dew,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Like pendant diamonds, hung</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On ev'ry plant, and flower, and tree,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Their glossy leaves among.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love the joyful harvest months;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">When smiling on the plain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">We see rich golden ears of corn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And bending sheaves of grain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see the cellar filled</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">With sauce of various kinds,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Potatoes, beets and onions too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And squashes from the vines.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to see the well filled barn,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And smell the fragrant hay;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll milk while brother feeds the lambs,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And see them skip and play.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love to rise before the sun,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And see his rosy beams</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Shine glim'ring through the waving trees,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In quiv'ring fitful gleams.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love, when nothing intervenes.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The setting sun to spy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Tinging the clouds with every hue,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Which charms the gazing eye.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I love the country every where,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Here let me spend my life;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No higher shall my thoughts aspire—</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I'd be a farmer's wife.<a name="FNanchor6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6"><sup>[6]</sup></a></span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor6">[6]</a><div class=note> "Good, Sarah, that's right! If we can find one that<br> +worthy of you, we will send him along."—<i>Editor</i>.</div><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="ODE_TO_SARAH"></a><h2>ODE TO SARAH.<a name="FNanchor7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7"><sup>[7]</sup></a></h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Rural maid, who, o'er glade,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Forest, plain, and mountain, roam</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In joy and peace, and made</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Happy by the brook's gay foam;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Who art content to live</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In the farmer's domicil;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A listening ear give</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To a stranger, who, with quill</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">In hand, sits down to write</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">An epistle, or letter,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To one, of whom it might</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Be said, she's far his better.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fair maiden, thou hast said,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And I doubt not truly too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">A farmer thou would wed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If he would sincerely woo</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Thy heart's best affection,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And at the holy altar</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Vow, that kind protection</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He'd give thee, and never falter,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">But sacred keep the vow</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thus solemn made, and never,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So long as life lasts, bow</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Down, and let this bond sever.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Lady fair, wouldst thou dare</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A mechanic's wife to be,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And with him toil, and share</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All the ills of life's rough sea?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Wouldst thou trust thy frail bark</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">In his hands, and if perchance</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Ills should come, thick and dark,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Stand firmly, and thus enhance</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">His happiness, and not,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">At disappointment's first dart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Complain of thy sad lot,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And sink under a faint heart?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">What sayest thou, fair one?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Dost thou view the mechanic,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">As some <i>fair</i> ones have done,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With disgust, who grow frantic</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">At the sight of his dress,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Just because it does not fit</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">So smooth as they confess</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That they should like to see it?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dost thou, in honesty</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Of heart, think him good and wise.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And in sincerity</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Believe him not otherwise?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Dear lady, wouldst not thou,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To flee "single blessedness,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Accept an offer now</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From a mechanic, and bless</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Him, throughout a long life,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With thy good fairy presence,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And ne'er the cry of strife</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Raise, but yield obedience?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">If <i>him</i> thou wilt many,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Give him soon thy residence,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">That he may not tarry,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But, with lightning speed, fly hence.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">FOOTNOTES:</span><br> +<br> +<a name="Footnote_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor7">[7]</a><div class=note> Authoress of "Praises of Rural Life."</div><br> + +<p>JERE.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="AN_EPISTLE_TO_JERE__IN_ANSWER_TO_HIS_ODE"></a><h2>AN EPISTLE TO JERE, IN ANSWER TO HIS ODE.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Worthy and much respected friend,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Accept the thanks I freely send;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Your generous offer, all will say,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Mere grateful thanks but ill repay.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">An answer you request of me,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But prudence calls for some delay;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">This weighty subject claims my care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To answer now I must forbear.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Could you admire a homely face,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Devoid of beauty, charms, or grace?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Would you not blush, should friends deride</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The rustic manners of your bride?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Say, would you build a cottage near</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Some pleasant grove, where we might hear</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The blithesome wild birds' pleasing song,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From morn till eve, all summer long?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And would you plant some tall elm trees,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Around your house, your bride to please;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And have a little garden, too,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where fruit, and herbs, and flowers might grow?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And would you rear a mulberry grove,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That I might thus a helpmeet prove?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although I suffer no distress</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From fears of "single blessedness,"</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'd not disdain your rustic dress,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If generous feelings fill your breast;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That would not bar you from my door,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">For costly clothing makes us poor.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Although you do not till the soil,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You say you're not afraid to toil:</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">By prudence, industry, and care,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A man may prosper any where.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You ask, if I would you obey,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor have contentious words to say?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I should not scold without a cause,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor would I reverence rigorous laws.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But let our correspondence end,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill much oblige your humble friend;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">As I've no gift for writing letters,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A friendly call would suit much better.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Appoint a day, and I'll prepare,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll sweep my hearth, and comb my hair;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll make the best of humble means,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Bake pies and puddings, pork and beans;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I'll dress in neat, but coarse attire,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And in my parlor build a fire.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sir, I reside in Ruralville,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Southeast of Bluff, a craggy hill;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A broad majestic stream rolls by,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whose crystal surface charms the eye.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If you still wish to win a bride,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come where the farmers' girls reside;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Henceforth I write no more to you,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">My much respected friend, adieu!</span><br> + +<hr style="width: 45%;"> + +<p>NOTE. If Jere isn't "done brown" now, we are no judge of <i>human nater</i>. +Cheer up, Jere, "a faint heart never won a fair lady." "Pull up your +dicky up," and try again; and if you get "sacked," remember and +practice the advice of the old Poet:—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">"Chase your shadow, it will fly you;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Fly yourself, it will pursue;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Court a girl, if she deny you,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Drop your suit, and she'll court you."—<i>Editor</i>.</span><br> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;"> +<a name="NEIGHBORS_ADVICE_TO_INVALIDS"></a><h2>NEIGHBORS' ADVICE TO INVALIDS.</h2> + +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Why sit you here, pining in languor and gloom?</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Except you do something, you'll sink to the tomb;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ah, where's the red roses that bloomed on your brow,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Where nothing but white ones are languishing now?</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Go, learn of the red men, they certainly know,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They find healing plants, and will tell where they grow;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">God gave them this knowledge; their skill is the best;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Make use of such means, they will surely be blest.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No poisonous minerals fill up his chest,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But herbs that will heal you when sick and distressed,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Designed by our Maker all pain to subdue,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which tortures the frame where these antidotes grew.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">O, shun the rude savage who roams through the wood,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">With knowledge too scanty to choose wholesome food;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Thomsonians will help you, they'll heal your disease;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Emetics and numbers will soon give you ease.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The brave number one all disease can expel,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And make you exclaim, I am perfectly well;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">All poisonous drugs in your system will die,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each pain will take wings, and the calomel fly.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">These hot-crops will kill you with pepper and steam,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Pork, mince pies and pancakes, hot puddings and cream;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'll double your fever, dyspepsia and pain;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I beg you take warning; by thousands they've slain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">On boasting pretenders I'd now turn my back,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">No longer I'd deal with that ignorant quack;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He cannot distinguish the heart from the brain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">King's evil or dropsy from pleurisy pain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Apply to the man who is bred in our schools,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His drugs are examined by chemical rules;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Whatever he uses is put to the test;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I like to take analyzed medicine best.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His science trained eye your whole system will scan,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">From him naught is hidden which preys upon man;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He'll find ev'ry pain, with its cause and effect,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Plain reason might teach you that he's most correct.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Oh, shun this deceiver, his motives are gain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He oftener augments, than alleviates, pain;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His boasted attainments are nothing but show,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Put him with the rest, they'll just make a row.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He'll steal the warm crimson, that flows through your heart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">He'll haunt you with blisters and plasters that smart,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Torment you with setons, with leaches and cups,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">His calomel poisons, the blood it corrupts.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Emetics reduce you, and tonics distress,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While morphine distracts you and seldom gives rest.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now leave him, Oh, leave him! your life he'll not save;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Except you obey me, you'll sink to the grave.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, leave all the doctors; resort to the shops</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Which peddle pills, balsams, elixirs and drops;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each cures ev'ry malady whenever used,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Altho' by base slander they're greatly abus'd.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I hate these vile patents; they often make worse;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Hear my good advice, let your mother be nurse;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Ten thousand rare medical plants grow around.</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Their ne'er failing virtues old women have found.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">There's catfoot and mugwort, archangel and balm,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Possessing great virtues, and never do harm;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">While spleenwort, and whiteweed, and hyssop, and sage,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Have cured the consumption in every stage.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Take saffron and goldthread, white poplar and rue,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They've cured the dyspepsia wherever they grew;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Use clover and nightshade, and drink wintergreen,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They'll cure the worst cancer that ever was seen.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But I have no faith in these simple herb teas</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">They never can lessen or cure a disease;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And do not take pills, nasty powders and drops,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Till you are filled up like the medical shops.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Still, something is needful, of that I am sure,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But I've the most faith in the cold water cure;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill strengthen, invigorate, open the pores,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Tis curing sick people by dozens and scores.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Don't wrap yourself up in that cold dripping sheet,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">I always take cold, only wetting my feet;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Yet there is an agent which I would apply,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The red forked lightning which darts through the sky.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Old Franklin has tamed it and brought it to earth,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And men are now learning how much it is worth;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twill dart through the stomach, the heart, and the brain,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Each pore it will open and drive out the pain.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Come, quit all this fussing, take rich hearty food,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And soon, I assure you, your health will be good;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Leave your warm stifling beds, your soft cushioned chair,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Run ten miles a day in the cool healthful air.</span><br> +<br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">If I went thus, moping and lounging about,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Twould bring on dyspepsia, consumption, or gout;</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Now here is good counsel, why will you be shy,</span><br> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">You'd much better take it than lie down and die.</span><br> + +<br> +<br> +<hr class="full"> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11439 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |