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Over the earth and through the skies
In never-wearied search of Paradise,
Region that crowns her beauty with the name
for us how blest,
How happy at all seasons, could like aim
Uphold our Spirits urged to kindred flight
On wings that fear no glance of God's pure sight,
No tempest from his breath, their promised rest
Seeking with indefatigable quest
Above a world that deems itself most wise
When most enslaved by gross realities!
DEDICATED TO LIBERTY AND ORDER.
COMPOSED AFTER READING A NEWSPAPER OF THE DAY.
"PEOPLE! your chains are severing link by link; Soon shall the Rich be levelled down, the Poor Meet them half-way." Vain boast! for these, the
They thus would rise, must low and lower sink,
Till, by repentance stung, they fear to think;
While all lie prostrate, save the tyrant few,
Bent in quick turns each other to undo,
And mix the poison they themselves must drink.
Mistrust thyself, vain Country! cease to cry,
66 'Knowledge will save me from the threatened woe."
For, if than other rash ones more thou know,
Yet on presumptuous wing as far would fly
Above thy knowledge as they dared to go,
Thou wilt provoke a heavier penalty.
UPON THE LATE GENERAL FAST.
RELUCTANT call it was; the rite delayed;
And in the Senate some there were who doffed
The last of their humanity, and scoffed
At providential judgments, undismayed
By their own daring. But the People prayed
As with one voice; their flinty heart grew soft
With penitential sorrow, and aloft
Their spirit mounted, crying, " God us aid!"
O that with aspirations more intense,
Chastised by self-abasement more profound,
This People, once so happy, so renowned
For liberty, would seek from God defence
Against far heavier ill, the pestilence
Of revolution, impiously unbound!
SAID Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud, Falsehood and Treachery, in close council met, Deep under ground, in Pluto's cabinet,
"The frost of England's pride will soon be thawed; Hooded the open brow that overawed
Our schemes; the faith and honor, never yet
By us with hope encountered, be upset ;-
For once I burst my bands, and cry, applaud!"
Then whispered she, "The Bill is carrying out!"
They heard, and, starting up, the Brood of Night Clapped hands, and shook with glee their matted
All Powers and Places that abhor the light
Joined in the transport, echoed back their shout, Hurrah for hugging his Ballot-box!
BLEST Statesman he, whose Mind's unselfish will Leaves him at ease among grand thoughts: whose
Sees that, apart from magnanimity,
Wisdom exists not; nor the humbler skill
Of Prudence, disentangling good and ill
With patient care. What though assaults run high,
They daunt not him who holds his ministry,
Resolute, at all hazards, to fulfil
prompt to move but firm to wait, Knowing, things rashly sought are rarely found; That, for the functions of an ancient State, Strong by her charters, free because imbound, Servant of Providence, not slave of Fate, Perilous is sweeping change, all chance unsound
IN ALLUSION TO VARIOUS RECENT HISTORIES AND NOTICES OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.
PORTENTOUS change, when History can appear As the cool advocate of foul device;
At consciences perplexed with scruples nice!
They who bewail not, must abhor, the sneer
Born of Conceit, Power's blind Idolater;
Or haply sprung from vaunting Cowardice
Betrayed by mockery of holy fear.
Hath it not long been said the wrath of Man
Works not the righteousness of God? O bend,
Bend, ye Perverse! to judgments from on High,
Laws that lay under Heaven's perpetual ban
All principles of action that transcend
The sacred limits of humanity.
WHO ponders National events shall find
An awful balancing of loss and gain,
Joy based on sorrow, good with all combined,
And proud deliverence issuing out of pain
And direful throes; as if the All-ruling Mind,
With whose perfection it consists to ordain
Volcanic burst, earthquake, and hurricane,
Dealt in like sort with feeble human kind
By laws immutable. But woe for him
Who, thus deceived, shall lend an eager hand
To social havoc. Is not Conscience ours,
And Truth, whose eye guilt only can make dim;
And Will, whose office, by Divine command,
Is to control and check disordered Powers?