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And thought strange sleep'enchained her soul,
For no fond voice replied.
And said a lonely prayer,
As if that hand were there.
Gay sports and pastimes dear,
Who scorned the curb of fear.
Yet, ere at night I slept,
And down I fell and wept. 9 Youth came the props of Virtue reeled !-
But oft at day's decline,
Blest Mother! was it thine ?--10 In foreign lands I traveled wide,
My pulse was bounding high,
And pleasure lured my eye ;-
Maintained its mystic sway,
With gentle force it lay.
As from the lowly sod,
Nor sin against thy God.”
My kindly warmth away,
Yet when with lordly sway,
That guides the warrior throng;
These manly locks among,
15 That hallowed touch was ne'er forgot!
And now, though Time hath set
These temples feel it yet.
A mother's holy prayer,
Relief of the Soldiers of the Revolution.—SPRAGUE. 1 GENTLEMEN tell us, that the law is too liberal; that
it goes too far, and they would repeal it. They would take back even the little which they have given! And is this possible ? Look abroad upon this wide extended land, upon its wealth, its happiness, its hopes; and then turn to the aged soldier, who gave you all, and see him descend in neglect and poverty to the tomb! The time is short. A few years and these remnants of a former age will no longer be seen. Then we shall indulge unavailing regrets for our present apathy : for, o how can the ingenuous mind look upon the grave of an
injured benefactor? How poignant the reflection, that the time for reparation and atonement has gone for ever! In what bitterness of soul shall we look back upon the infatuation which shall have cast aside an opportunity, which never can return, to give peace to our consciences! We shall then endeavor to stifie our convictions, by empty honors to their bones. We shall raise high the monument, and trumpet loud their deeds, but it will be all in vain. It cannot warm the hearts 3 which shall have sunk cold and comfortless to the earth. This is no illusion. How often do we see, in our public Gazettes, a pompous display of honors to the memory of some veteran patriot, who was suffered to linger out his latter days in unregarded penury!
“ How proud we can press to the funeral array
Whose pall shall be borne up by heroes to-inorrow." We are profuse in our expressions of gratitude to 4 the soldiers of the revolution. We can speak long and loud in their praise, but when asked to bestow something substantial upon them, we hesitate and palter. To them we owe every thing, even the soil which we tread, and the air of freedom which we breathe. Let us not turn them houseless from habitations which they have erected, and refuse them even a pittance from the exuberant fruits of their own labors.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
Comfort ye my People.—BIBLE. 1 Comfort ye, comfort ye my people!
Saith your God.
Prepare ye the way of the Lord ;
Make straight in the desert a highway for our God!
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.--
All flesh is grass,
And all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the 3
into the high mountain ;
And shall gently lead those that are with young.
And taught him knowledge, 6 And showed to him the way of understanding ?
Behold! the nations are as a drop of a bucket,
To whom then will ye liken God ?
The workman melteth a graven image
graven image, that shall not be moved.
Yea--they shall not be sown :
wither, And the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble. • To whom then will ye liken Me, Or shall I be equal ? Saith the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high, and behold ! Who hath created these things?
That bringeth out their host by number: 10 He calleth them all by names: by the greatness of his
might, (for that he is strong in power) · Not one faileth.