Each of us, around whose dwelling
Labor's ample blessings flow,
Feels his manly bosom swelling
With indignant answer, No!

Shall the freedom falchions bought us,
When our injured land rose up,
Which to cherish, Time has taught us,
Be surrendered to the cup?
We-God bless them! love the story
Of our fathers and the foe,
And we answer, by their glory,
And the boon they left us, No!

Raging drink! thou'lt not enslave us;
Sparkling bowl! thou now art dim ;
Angel Temperance stoops to save us
From the death within thy brim.

Save us! Yes, though we were spell bound, Fixed in very sight of wo,

Yet THE PLEDGE shall free the hell bound:

Will we wear those shackles?

No.

From the flood's o'erwhelming power,
We unto this ark have fled;
Whence we gaze, in safety's hour,

On the dying and the dead.

Now, of God, earth's sons and daughters

As on high he sets his bow

Ask, if shall return those waters?

And Jehovah answers, No!

THE BRIDE OF THE CANTICLES.

WHO seeks her Lord in glorious guise,
Unparalleled in grace —

Love beaming from her wondrous eyes,
And beauty from her face?
With whom all similes must die,

All power of language faint,

Whose charms, with pencil from the sky,
"Twere sacrilege to paint?

Why droops her head in anguish thus?
Whence those delicious tears?

As if an angel showed to us

How angel grief appears.

What accents murmur like a dream

Of music, from her lips?

As when in sorrow's saddest theme,
His soul the minstrel dips.

'Tis she― the Saviour's purchased Bride,

On whom earth's light is dim

For whom heaven's brilliance has no pride,
Reflected not by Him!

She bows her in her lonely grief;

Shall she make suit in vain ?

Come, Thou! of every joy the chief,
And take thy Bride again.

TO A YOUNG LADY WHO WAS BAPTIZED IN INFANCY.

THE seal of the covenant, given
On your forehead, for ever will tell-
A star in the brightness of heaven,
Or spark in the glimm'ring of hell,-
That you were in infancy laid,

A bud in its tenderest hour,
On His bosom, who kindly has said
That dearer is such than the flower;

And that you volition had here, –

A mortal cast out in your blood, — To rise to Infinity's sphere,

A worm, yet a daughter of God, Or fall to a depth of despair

Which angels undone never knew: To one of these portions you are Inheritor, What will you do?

The rainbow that rests on the cloud,

When the wearied out tempest would sleep,

A sign that God never will shroud

Earth again in the waves of the deep

Was not, to the patriarch Noah,

Surer test of unchangeable word,

Than is this, that His own, evermore,

Are safe from the wrath of the Lord;

For the seal on your forehead, the love
Of Jesus as surely doth show,
As Mercy's, when woven above,
Is the fading and beautiful bow.
This fades not! -it brightly shall be
Immortal memento to you

Of grace, if from peril you flee,
Or ruin - say, What will you do?

TO THOMAS MOORE, ESQ.

Mix me, child, a cup divine,
Crystal water, ruby wine;

Here, upon this flowing bowl,

I surrender all my soul ! - Moore's Anacreon.

TIMES are altered, Thomas Moore !

Since this rhapsody of thine;
Men, to reason brought, adore
Other Deity than wine :
None will madly pledge the soul
Now, upon the flowing bowl.

Times are altered, Thomas Moore !
Drinking hard is not genteel-
Since 'tis found this inner core

Of the heart is made to feel:

Where the revel once had grace,
Wife and children now have place.

Times are altered, Thomas Moore !
Men, of gaudy vice afraid,
Count, as something worse than bore,
Paphian boy and Bacchante maid;
Or the butterfly that sips
Sparkling cups and rosy lips.

Times are altered, Thomas Moore !
Doubtful song has had its day;

If you give us Grecian lore,

Leave Anacreon out, we pray. Purge your book and cleanse your heart, Ere you from the stage depart.

SMYRNA.*

To Smyrna's angel Jesus said

That she should sit awhile in dust,Be tried, cast down, yet from the dead Restored by Him who conquered first.

And silent centuries have slept

Since she, beneath the Moslem's power, In darkness and in shame has wept; Now dawns at length the promised hour.

*Revelation ii. x.