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None from the compact shrinks afraid,
No traitor utters nay!

We pledge our fervent love, and thou
Thy glorious ribs of oak,

Alive with men who cannot bow
To kings, nor kiss the yoke!

Speed lightnings o'er the Carib Sea,
Which deeds of hell deform;
And look! her hands are spread to thee
Where Afric's robbers swarm.
Go! lie upon the Egean's breast,
Where sparkle emerald isles-

Go! seek the lawless Suliote's nest,

And spoil his cruel wiles.

And keep, where sail the merchant ships,
Stern watch on their highway,

And promptly, through thine iron lips,
When urged, our tribute pay;
Yea, show thy bristling teeth of power,
Wherever tyrants bind,

In pride of their own little hour,

A freeborn noble mind.

Spread out those ample wings of thine!

While crime doth govern men,

"Tis fit such bulwark of the brine

Should leave the shores of PENN;

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For hid within thy giant strength
Are germs of welcome Peace,
And such as thou, shalt cause at length
Man's feverish strifes to cease.
From every vale, from every crag,
Word of thy beauty's past,
And joy we that our country's flag
Streams from thy towering mast —
Assured that in thy prowess, thou
For her wilt win renown,

Whose sons can die, but know not how
To strike that pennon down.

1837.

SUCH MAY NOT I.

In the hour of my distress,
When temptations me oppress,
And when I my sins confess,

Sweet Spirit! comfort me.

Litany, by Robert Herrick.

WHO of our mortal race is he,

So firmly fixed by fortune's power, That from the shock he's counted free, Of tossing waves, in trouble's hour? Let him still clasp his fancied bliss, And look defiance, too, on care,

Not heeding, in a world like this,

If there's a better known, or where:

Such may not I.

Who of the saints that ever trod

In outward sheen, this path of sin, That never felt so strong in GodThe coward weakness full within? Let him still gaze on yon clear sky, As if his mirror there he sought; And challenge Purity to spy

In his soul's core, one careless thoughtSuch dare not I.

Yet, if there's one, who in the strength
Of worldliness, is weak indeed,
Who finds his boasted staff, at length,

Of wise resolves, a broken reed,
And from the midst of battle calls-

While his own goodness sounds retreat

On Mercy, and for succor falls,

A trembling wretch, at Jesus' feet—

Oh! such am I.

THE UNFRUITFUL.

WHY on this Zion-hill

Descends no kindly rain-
Precept on precept still
Imparted, and in vain ?

No souls these walls to crowd,
Like doves, or as a cloud?

Its watchman long hath toiled
In Christ, his Master's name;
Yet Error is not foiled,

Nor Satan put to shame.

For weary years the stumbling flock
Have blindly missed salvation's Rock.

With tears and inward strife

And agony of soul,

He's wooed the dead to life,

The broken to be whole.

But tears and prayers and pain

Of spirit, have been vain.

What lacks he? love? - His heart

Beats but to earnest love;

Power? He hath the art

To bring heaven from above.

No wiser lips God's word hath spoken,
No holier hands God's bread hath broken.

Listen! ere vows had bound

His labors to this spot, A message had him found

Which he regarded not:
By him should be unfurled
Peace to the heathen world!

He shunned it. On this hill
No dews of grace descend;
'Tis as Gilboa still,

And shall be till his end,

Who judgment for the Jonah sees,

That to God's will preferred his ease.

FAITHFUL TO HIS CONSTITUENTS.

HE journeyed on, and baited at each house,
Where they do hang out sign to entertain
Both "man and beast." And he was entertained
With certain glasses of burnt brandy, or

Of Hollands, or the best New England rum,
As suited taste; nor boggled he, nor seemed
Squeamish, or hard to be well satisfied.
And thus did he, or if the weather showed
Or cold or moderate, or rain or shine, -

'Twas all the same - his quenchless thirst held good;
And by the time we reached the bustling town, –
Where is the seat of government, to which
The gathered wisdom of the State convenes,
Yearly, to make or mend the laws - I found
My friend, the Representative, was drunk!

I marvelled somewhat at this riddle, till, Waiting a sober hour, I questioned him, And he did thus reply, all unabashed :

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'My good constituents hate the new plans —

And vile plans are they!-'bout the Temperance cause,
And they elected me, for well they knew

I should oppose such notions, and thwart
Endeavors to put down all licenses,

Which curst endeavors are against His will
Who made all things, and who has said that all

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