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Is not : the pure and uncontaminate blood
Holds its due course, not fears the frost of age. .
One song employs all nations, and all cry, -
“Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us!”
The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks
Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops
From distant Inountains catch the flying joy:
Till, nation after nation taught the strain,
Earth rolls the rapturous hosanna round.
13ehold the measure of the promise filled ;
See Salem built, the labour of a God .
}}right as a sun the sacred city shines;
All kingdoms, and all princes of the earth
Flock to that light, the glory of all lands
I'lows into her; unbounded is her joy,
And endless her increase. Thy rains are there,
Nebaioth, and the flocks of ICedar there;
The looms of Ormus, and the mines of Ind,
And Saba's spicy groves, pay tribute there.
Praise is in all her gates; upon her walls,
And in her streets, and in her spacious courts,
Is heard salvation. Eastern Java there
Kneels with the native of the farthest west;
And Ethiopia spreads abroad the hand,
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
Into all lands. From every cline they come
To see thy beauty, and to share thy joy,
O Sion an assembly such as earth
Saw never; such as heaven stoops down to see.



O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, ...t does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not coloured like his own ; and having power To enforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey. Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplored As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy, with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast. . Then what is man And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush, And hang his head, to think himself a man {

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me winile I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earned.
No: dear as freedom is, and in my heart's
Just estination prized above all price,
I had much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home.—Then why abroad Î
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave
That parts us, are emancipate and loosed.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free ;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through every vein
Of all your empire; that, where Britain's power
Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.


Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but need ful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright;He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks; News from all nations lumbering at his back: True to his charge, the close packed load behind, Yet careless what he brings; his one concern, Is to conduct it to the destined inn ; And, having dropped the expected bag, pass on. He whistles as he goes, light hearted wretch, Cold and yet cheerful, messenger of grief Perhaps to thousands, and of joy to some ; To him indifferent whether grief or joy. Houses in ashes, or the fall of stocks; Births, deaths, and marriages; epistles wet With tears, that trickled down the writer's cheeks, Fast as the periods from his fluent quill; Or charged with amorous sighs of absent swains, Or nymphs responsive ; equally affect His horse and him, unconscious of them all. But O the important budget ! ushered in With such heart-shaking music ; who can say What are its tidings? Have our troops awaked 3 Or do they still, as if with opium drugged, Snore to the murinurs of the Atlantic wave 7 Is India free ? and does she wear her plumed


And jewelled turban with a smile of peace,
Or do we grind her still The grand debate,
The popular harangue, the tart reply,
The logic, and the wisdom, and the wit,
And the loud laugh—I long to know them all;
I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free,
And give them voice and utterance once again.
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn
Throws up a steamy column, and the cups,
That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each,
So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Not such his evening, who with shining face
Sweats in the crowded theatre, and squeezed
And bored with elbow points through both his sides
Out-scolds the ranting actor on the stage:
Nor his, who patient stands till his feet throb,
And his head thumps, to feed upon the breath
Of patriots, bursting with heroic rage;
Or placemen, all tranquillity and smiles.
This folio of four pages, happy work
Which not elen critics criticize; that holds
Inquisitive attention, while I read,
Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair,
Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break:-
What is it but a map of busy life,
Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?
Here runs the mountainous and craggy ridge
That tempts ambition. On the summit see
The seals of office glitter in his eyes;
He climbs, he pants, he grasps them At his hecla,

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