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NICHOLAS STREET. 71388 .ff' 11 TO A DISINTERESTED FRIEND, FOR HIS UNMERITED AND CONTINUEL KINDNESS TO ME IN T»IE EVENING OF LIFE, AS A TOKEN OF MY REGARD AND ESTEEM FOR IIIM AS A GENTLEMAN AND A CHRISTIAN, I DEDICATE THIS VOLUME. I NAME HIM NOT, FOR HIS EXTREME MODESTY FORBIDS IT ; BUT A QUAINT OLD POET, IN THE LINES BELOW, HAS SO PLAINLY DESCRIBED HIM, THAT FEW WILL FAIL TO RECOGNIZE THE MAN. " Justly armed,— man's every sin Assails daringly ; and mourns, Sincerely mourns, all the heart's Evils, wrongs, so^|fev's, or needs,— Easements supplAwg quickly." TO SUCH A MAN I subscribe MYSELF HIS THANKFUL AND HUMBLE SERVANT BARD OF NIAGARA. Bleury Street, Montreal, January Ist, 1872. % CONTENTS. POETRY. Niagara Kiver and Falls Betlilehem's Star 12 A Fable J8 Poems for the times 2S A fragment 28 A wish to a young lady 29 Lines to a lady expected 81 Epitaph on a friend's child 82 God everywhere 88 God the Wonderful 84 God's love seen 85 God's love measured 86 Night 87 On a monumental slab 89 A regret , 40 God's will.. 41 On a mother and her child's stone 48 The flies my little pets 44 Forgiveness 4g Contentment 49 The slanderer 50 To Miss Ellen Mathewson on the death of her mother 62 Earth and Heaven 54 Patience 57 To a co-laborer , 58 Weep not, flowers 60* Tedious, tedious 61 A thought 68 Tlie mission of pain 64 Peter's Fall 60 A faithful fi-iend ... 67 Th«UiW© ■■ '"■■ 68 I yi CONTENTS. I' PAOB. Cedar and willow gloom 69 Appear before God 71 I would not die 72 God ever near , 74 Snug little fire 76 Jesus is mine. , 78 Is He mine 79 Tare cold water 81 On my only son's tombstone 81 JKew and old year 82 Birthday 84 A poem on picnic at Bdojil 86 An adieu to my country 90 To liis Royal Highness, Triuce Arthur P4 Copy of liis letter. . . ; 97 In memoriam 98 Faith —Hope— Love 100 Be happy 105 Trifles 108 Great things 110 A fragment 113 Whisky devil is his name 114 Impromptu on marriage 115 Bunker Hill monument 116 The three smiles 118 Calvary 119 The fisherman 120 Sabbath School .• 121 My home = 122 Why should you weep? 123 Boys of Switzerland 126 Album kept above 129 On the death of the Hon. T.D.McGee 130 Impromptu on his death 182 The Sabbath 133 To two young missionaries 184 Prisoner of hope 136 The dying year 136 S tream of life 137 Break-heart Hill 138 Let me go 140 Installation Hymn 141 Child and flower 148 To my sister Hannah 144 G0| dear girl Ii6 Siii^'iifliiijr CONTENTS. VU PAOB. On a dear brother 14q Water Hill I47 The returned lair one I49 For an Album lEO Friendship 161 A thought , 152 The monument 163 Wish I had never been born 164 New England Conference 156 Another year of toil and care 166 Impromptu on a debate 167 Advice to a lad 168 Temperance song 169 Epistle to my son and daughter IQO A Hymn 165 Conpecration 166 On an annual gathering 163 Why not r-ov^y ^. 170 The mount of song 173 A riddle 177 Summor'8 eve 178 Friendship 179 For a monument 179 To a young clergyman 180 My tale is told 181 Israel's captivity and release ... 181 Hallowe'en, a poem 186 An epitaph 188 Old man of the quill 189 The exile 191 Ariddle 194 A verse on a tombstone 194 A reproof 195 The infidel 196 On a friend's monument 197 A widow's thanks 198 Drink the mad'ning bowl no more 199 Death of Rev. G. Pickering 201 The cars of time 208 Ahymn.M.E.C 204 On a father's gravestone....... 205 Man from Edon wandering 206 The Sabbath school 20r To Mrs. Kezia S 208 Calvary's louutain 2(iO ! \k Viii CONTENTS. Slavery and its abolition 210 Aud 58 there a God? 213 To >Tiy sister liannati- a wish 213 Bears or no bears 214 rrophetic, 1S32 2i6 Come, sign tlie pled^'e , 216 Look uot on tlie dark side 218 i'oetic card 219 The I aliloriua cry 220 Aavei tisemeut 225 PROSE. Five buds it bore 227 fi?ay 229 Criticism 243 J.'l>reoolog7 263 POEMS BY THE BARD OF NIAGARA. NIAGARA RIYER AND FALLS. Pleasant, peaceful, quiet river, Limpid, constant, onward ever^ Gentle waters roll away ; Calm as summer, bright as morning, Not a look, or sign of warning, Naught of danger dost thou say. But gliding along, mild and strong, To the Rapids, Then Sporting, murm'ring, tossing, splashing, Storming, raving, crossing, dashing, Troubled waters fret away ; TTasting, pushing, staving, darting, Ifcjlands mad'ning thee to parting, Yet thy tumult cannot stay; But, tearing along, mad and strong, To the chuBU. B 10 Then Curving, bending, bursting, breaking, Sliding, leaping, rushing, quaking, Flying waters dart away ; Flashing, sparkling, wailing, rumbling, O'er the brink an ocean tumbling, To a world of foam and spray. Fierce shooting along, proud and strong, We see vhee now In Stately grandeur, awful wonder. Hear ^\\y voice in tones of thunder ; Falling waters roar away, Pouring, showering, misting, streaming, Ilob'd in rainbow colors beaming, Deck'd by Sol's, or Luna's ray. Swift plunging along, grand and strong. To the bottom. Then Foaming, boiling, surging, thrashing. Breaching, swelling heaving, crashing, Furious waters foam away. Bubbling, roaring, brawling, curling, iurgling, wailing, whisking, whirling; Fanciful tliy currents play. Still pressing along, bold and strong, Dimpling, pouting. i 11 Then Gathering, kissing, whispering, hushing, Panting, smiling, frisking, rushing, Lovely waters roll away ; Winding, eddying, purling, playing, Lakeward still, and never staying, Rustling on thy shining way; Free coursing along, calm and strong. Soon to mingle With Ontario's tidcloss waters — Long to be thy prison quarters ; Noble river die away. But I err, a poet's blunder, Still I hear thy deaf ning thunder ; Here thou art, and here must stay World-wide wonder, mighty, strong Niagara ! 12 fi ill BETHLEHEM'S STAR. 'Twas Bethlehem's star of brilliant ray Which gleam'd upon my darken'd way, And show'd the fearful road I trod Was leading far from heaven and God ; Long, long, T struggled with despair; My spirit felt the touch of death, — " Save or I perish ! " was my prayer — Uttered as with a dying breath ; That moment burst upon my sight, The star of pure and liquid ray, And, like the sun, it chang'd the night At once into a shining day. My willing lips the praise shall sing, Of Bethlehem's Babe, and Zion's King : That Star of light and truth and love Shall be my guide to realms above. 13 A FABLE. — Scene; — Nahant. Nahant is a peninsula in Massachusetts bay, connected by a narrow isthmus to the city of Lynn. At the time of writing tliis poem there stood alone, near by a cavern called "Swallow's Cave," on this peninsula, a Cedar tree, somewhat remarkable for its size and age. This tree was a land- mark for the mariner on the coast. Just where the cliff o'eihung the sea, Near by the Swallow's Cave ; A tall aud ancient Cedar tree Look'd o'er the foaming wave ; His branches stiff, his foliage thin, An emblem of the past, — An aged sire who long had been The sport of every blast I In youth there flourish'd by his side, The Maple, Pine, and Elm, Whose haughty look and boasting pride, Demanded all the realm. One morning fair while yet the swain His hcjited pillow prcss'd ; The Maple with his shallow brain, The Cedar thus address'd ; j« 14 " Ho ! withered friend — so old and sere, Your stay with us is brief; You cannot live another year Deprived of sap and leaf j But, like yon Poplar, wither'd, dead, A blasted stump you'll stand ; " — So saying, upward toss'd his head, And flirting mov'd his hand. The humble Cedar spoke not then. But listened to the breeze ; Which, rising higher with the sun, Swep't o'er the boist'rous seas. It's might increas'd as noon drew near. And fearful was the blast Which, through the Cedar's branches sere, In harmless currents pass'd. At every gust the Maple groan'd And bent from side to side, With pride and shame, he would not own The fears he could not hide. Blast after blast with fury came, Yet firm the Cedar stood ; Submissive, free from fear and shame, lu culm and trancjuil mood,— 15 And thus address'd with modest air His proud and tembling friend : — " that I could your burden share, And with the storm contend." *' My burden share," the Maple cried, Mean upstart of the earth ; If in the ground I was not tied, I'd make you rue your mirth." While thus vehemently he spoke. The wind renewed its force ; — His trunk uny eliding quickly broke ; — He lay a lifeless corse 1 The wind was hush'd, the Cedar wept The foolish Maple's fate, And blessed the hand who safe had kept Himself and loving mate. Sol onward mov'd, and night serene Succeeded to the storm ; And in her turn night's beauteous queen, Rul'd till the rising morn. But ere the lark his matin sung, Or fisher's bout was seen, The Zephyr loos' d the Pine's proud tongue, Who spoke with lordly mein : in! n 16 " Unsig-htly being, barren shrub I Useless to man or brute. Not fit for axle, sbaft, or hub, Thou ever should 'st be mute. Dost thou presume to proffer aid When dangerous winds career, Whose leafless limbs, and trunk decay'd Bespeak thine end so near ? " As was advis'd by the proud Pine, The Cedar silence kept ; While round his trunk the tender Vine With strong affection crept. The darkness pags'd and golden light Pour'd from the orb of day ; The withep'd pride, and boasting might, Before the Cedar lay I The Vine with sympathy and pain Spoke of his prostrate form, Nor could she well from tears refrain, While musing on the storm. For, '^ Ced.ir dear, " she sweetly said, ** My life I owe to you, Who kindly propp'd my sinking head When winds so fiercely blew. 17 If I had clasp'd the haughty sire, Now withering at our feet, I soon with him should feel the fire,— Be ashes, smoke, and heat." '' grateful Vinf well pleas'd I hear Those words so kind and true, I in my turn acknowledge, dear, The help received from you. For when the wind with greatest power Assail'd my upright form, Closer you press'd me in that hour, With friendship true and warm." While thus in mutual embrace Their hours of pleasure flew, The Pine and Elm, with scornful face, Held conversation too. The Maple, Cedar, and the Vine, The theme of all they said ; Against the living spoke the Pine, The Elm against the dead ! No tender feelings mov'd their hearts, But all was pride and scorn. With sland'rous words like poison'd darts They spent the smiling mom. 18 Meridian rays, like darting spears, Pierc'd rock, and earth, and plant, And gently flew the briny tears, — * Komantic o'er Nahant. The inland glows with scorching heal, And zephyrs mildly play ; The orient breeze the zephyrs meet, And storm obscures the day. I tn Conflicting winds and clouds are seen O'er all the troubled sky : The thunder rolls, and fierce between, The hail like bullets fly ! Flash after flash with vivid glare. The zigzag lighting darts. Astounding thunder breaks the air, And quails the stoutest hearts ! A little boat in danger's hour Had gained the friendly cove. The crew in haste fled from the shower, Foi shelter to the grove. * " And gently flew the briny tears," — When the waves break with force, even in a calm, on the rocks around Nahant, the spray is thrown at a great distance falling like a gentle ehower around. 19 But one short moment — who can tell The horrors of that breath I The lightning scuth'd the envious Pine, And laid it low in death I ik i. The thunder ceas'd, the clouds withdrew, The boatmen left the strand, With linen wings they swiftly flew Far distant from the land. The sable shroud again was thrown O'er ocean, vale, and hill ; The twinkling stars, like diamonds strewn, That shroud with brilliants fill. The dewy mantle now is spread O'er sleeping plants and herds, Man sleeps upon his downy bed, On branches rest the birds. No longer could the Vine suppress The feelings of her mind ; No longer on that bosom rest With passions thus confined. She spake, — the Cedar audience gave. And listened with delight; — Though solemn as the opening grave, Her voice broke on the night : i i 20 " Dear Cedar when our parent sun His rays meridian shed, Beside us stood that lofty one Who now lies low and dead. And prostrate on the earth below His scatter' d fragments lie ; And soon, I fear, oTir other foe Must trembling sink and die ! For when the thunder shook the earth, I listened to the speech Of seamen, who for shelter fled "Within my tendril's reach. And when the "■ Elm," I heard them say, I hush'd my rustling leaf, While they agreed some future day, By yonder dangerous reef To sink him with a millstone weight * Beneath the foaming tide ; His naked trunk, erect and straight^ The pilot's eye to guide. • " To sink him with a millstone weight," — At Lynn the fisher- men resort to the expedient of thrusting the trunk of a tree through the hole of a millstone, with the root attached, and then dropping it in the harbor for the two-folu purpose as a guide and a place to moor their boats. 21 And then alone so high and bleak, Expos'd, how can you stand, When now your trunk is old and weak, And palsied is your hand ? " The Cedar sooth'd the mournful Vine, And check' d her rising fear ; Assur'd her that his living spine Would last full many a year j That Nature's God would him protect — The seaman's friend and guide — To mark their way to port direct, There safe from storm to ride." Again the Cedar silent stood, And mute remain'd the Vine j The morning came, when on the flood They saw the canvas shine. o> The boat approach' d with even wing And gain'd the rock-girt bay; The Elm, imconscious, stupid thing 1 Had slept the morn away : — Nor did he wake, but from the pain, Which reach'd his very heart, Giving delirium to his brain, And to his nerves a smart. r f hlr 1 One glance he gave — it was his last — 'Twas to the weeping Vine; — One pungent thought, 'twas of the past, Then kiss'd the wither'd Pine I The glittering steel the deed had done, Nor branch nor twig remain 'd, And, ere the hills obscur'd the sun, The waves his trunk sustained. The tender Vine, of social make, Expos'd to every blast, Endur'd awhile, then faintly r>pake, And calmly breath'd her last. Alone upon the stormy cliff, The Cedar now remains, A beacon. to the nnssing skiff — Monarch o'er all he reigns I Moral. Ambition, Pride and Envy dies, While Virtue lives and reigns Pointing us ever to the skies. Beyond death's dark domains. ^3 POEM FOR THE TIMES. "Written by request of a large political association In the State of New York and delivered before them in Rochester, N.Y. Home of our sires — the brightest spot of earth I We hail with pride the land that gave us birth ; With all her faults we own and love her still ; To make Her faultless is our wish and will, That all the world may wonder as they see, A nation faultless and a, people free. Our gates are open, and our noble tree, Whose branches shade the millions of the free, Spreads forth her arms from the Pacific tide To old Atlantic, rolling in its pride : From northern Lakes to Gulf of Mexico, Her boughs are spread, and still in vigor grow. Our south and eastern gates — tlio gates of trade, Where navies enter, and where fortunes made — Invite the world, and all may freely come, Who bring not slaves or worse than slavery — rum j Our laws, if just, alike would both forbid And treat importers as was treated Kidd. 24 'I Our gates of gold ope to the setting sun, Where thousands enter and have millions won ; Where Asia's hordes may learn the term progress, In arts and science, habits, customs, dress. Our northern gates, from Oregon to Maine, Are open to Victoria's broad domain, Where Reciprocity is made the rule, And he who gains the most, is least the fool. These all stand open to the oppressed of earth — Come rich or poor, if blest with moral worth ; Our fields are wide ; — come, cultivate our soil, And reap abundance for your sweat and toil. Let Erin come, and all the Celtic race ; Here Swede, and Swiss may find a resting place ; Let Greece, and Poland send their thousands o'er; Hungarians, too, are welcome to our shore. Come from all climes, oppressed ones, when ye will, Our vales und prairies with your millions fill. Bide by our laws, our Institutions learn. Or leave our shores, and licver more return ] For none are welcome to our fair domain, Who will not that " Americans should reiirn." Then bow submissive to the powers that be, Our country is, and ever shall be, free. 25 Sons of the sires wlios«^ patriot fathers bled In freedom's cause, and sleep with valiant dead I To us remain vast duties to perform : Be valiant, then, and breust the coming storm ; Stand as your grandsires stood, in firm array, And bleed, if blood is needful to the day ; When moral weapf>ns fail, and only tl'cn, Can man destroy the life of fellowmen And not be guiltless by the " higher law ; " Then sheathe the sword ; when justice calls — then draw ; And, like those worthies, never quit the field Until the foe to conquering heroes yield. Three mighty powers, as freemen, we must face, Rum, Slavery, Popery — each our land disgrace ; Each has a marshal'd front extending wide ; If once they rule, farewell our country's pride. Insult and scorn on us a world will heap, Enough to make our heroes' statues weep. This triple foe with triple front we'll face. Firm, strong, and powerful, each in proper place j As men of sense, we'll all agree as one ; While aught remains to do, there's nothing done. Intemperance, first in line, if not in power. Before our Maine law shall in battle cower; Though strong and artful is this boastful foo, Our little Davids soon vail lay him low. r I! i 26 The law a sling — ^the execution stones Shall bruise his flesh, and fracture all his bones ; Then shall a shout go up from hill and plain, "Who slew his thousands now himself is slain. Next Slavery, with its fearful front and mien, *' Which to be hated needs but to be seen," We meet in field, and, though we struggle long, We meet to conquer ; justice makes us strong. Wise men may err, good men may sometimes fall, Many of both does slavery now enthrall. To conquer then we must on God depend ; Conquer we must for He, His aid will lend ; Then nerve for war, be firm, be bold, be brave, The fetters break from every suf'ring slave. '* Columbia Hail ! " we then witli pride may sing In chorus full, and make the welkin ring; Our stripes, and stars no longer then shall bo A subject fit for Campbell's repartee. But see in field another powerful band, In sacerdotal robes they gravely stand ; Priest, Monk, and Friar, each to act his part, Christ in their creed and Satan in their heart : Theii" plans matured, they act with hellish zeal, The act alone to us those plans reveal ; But history's page, for many centuries past, Bespeak to us what we must feel at last, 27 Unless we wake to action while we may Indulge a hope th;it b^ileful power to stay. Could we but see the fearful phin that's l?iid By Pope, and Priest, our sacred rights t' invade, There's not a man, though lethargic before, Who would not haste to join our battle corps, And be prepared to meet in open field, This hellish foe, with hellish plans, concealed — Foes to our sacred Institutions all, "Who hope to see our proud Republic fall. That on the ruins of our blood-bought home, May rise a Despot, he, the Pope of Rome 1 m The trumpet sounds — it is our country's call ; We haste to battle with those giants tail. We'll nail our eagle banner to the mast, Leonidas like we'll fight unto the last, Rather than yield to such ignoble foes, Who now our rights, and liberties oppose. With three bold fronts in one united band, We'll meet those foes, and firm as truth we'll stand. We'll meet — we'll conquer — by the help of God, And tread the path our conquering fathers trod. Our council fires we'll light on every hill. To call our warriors from the field and mill. From bench and bar, from counting room and boat. All armed with weapons tried — a " Freeman's vote." #• I n 28 Our central fire shall cast its light quite o' The United States, and shine from shore t Emblem of him who was our nation's sun, The noble, glorious, hero, Washington ; We'll call, as he call'd on the good and great To rule our land, and wisely guide our state. shore, A FRAGMENT. 'Tis spring, drear winter's reign is broken. The buds put forth, the bloom's unfolded, Each tree and bush gives ample token That Nature's God in power hath spoken, And has with plastic hand remoulded Embryo fruits in Nature's womb, And life call'd forth from Nature's tomb. I 29 A WISH TO A YOUNG LADY. I wish you a : — Neat little cottage, on a nice little farm, Well finished, well furnish'd, convenient and warmj Not far in the country, nor on the sea shore, But handy to market, the church, and the store. A kind pretty husband, and not very old ; Genteel in his manners, not fearful or bold ; Not pleased without reason, nor vexed without cause, Acquainted with logic, religion, and laws ; A trade, or profession, it matters not which, If gold he has plenty, and always is rich. Choice servants I wish you, kind, cleanly and true, Who will not complain till there's nothing to do. A spring of good water both constant and clear. With wood a great plenty piled up for the year,, A chaise, or light carriage to ride into town, Well covered, well painted, red, yellow or brown. A horse, or a span of Arabian breed, High mettled, yet gentle, excell'd not in speed. A driver so careful you need never fear, Though swifter you move than the ostrich or deer. An orchard of fruit, and a garden of flowers. Where you and your husband may spend happy hours. 30 A lib'ry select, of books, old and new. Which days would not number, a lifetime read through. And all kind of fixtures for pleasure and ease, Which you at your leisure may name if you please. With these, and good friends, and good neighbors to boot. Not a day, nor an hour could Hannah be mute. But you'd hear from the parlor, the garden and wood, The song of contentment and sweet gratitude. To close my good wishes, I wish you may find The " Pearl of great price " which enriches the mind, A treasure so costly, so brilliant and rare It cannot be kept without watching and prayer. ;,(i 31 LINES TO A LADY EXPECTED, <* Yes, loving is a painful thrill, And not to love more painful still, But oh ! it is the worst of pain To love, — and not be loved again." I love thee Judith, good and kind, I love thy truthful, noble mind, I love thy features, smile, and voice, I love, and choose thee — grant my choice. No other will I ever choose ; Without thee, all earth's bliss I loose; My hope — if mine — if not despair May end a weary life of care. Be good, my Judith, be good, And feast thy soul on angel's food, On sacred love, divine and pure, Which makes eternal bliss secure. Be wise, my Judith, be wise; Choose that which leads thee to the skies, If pure, there we shall reign and sing ; With Christ our Prophet, Priest and King H'yf i \ ; 1 32 Be blest, my Judith, be ble.jt ; This earth is not our place of rest, Though happy here, if good and wise ; Thrice happy where our treasure lies. My wish shall be my constant prayer, "With Judith, earth and heaven to share. And feel the bliss while here below, That thou art mine in joy and woe. H AN EPITAPH ON A FROND'S CHILD. < Nipped by the frost of death, the flower Hath been transplanted in the skies, And blooms forever in the bower Where ne'er a single blossom dies. 1* 33 GOD EYE lYWHERE. God is here, say the stars as they twinkle on high. God is here, says the sun as he rolls up the sky, God is here, says the moon as she waxes and wanes, God is here, says the comet, and there, too, He reigns. Where, long centuries since, I wandered so far That the moon disappear'd and the sun was a star. God is here, says the mount when the volcano broke, And here, says the lightning as in thunder it spoke, God is here, says the river as onward it flowed, God is here, says the wind as more fiercely it blowed. And is where I first spread my invisible wings. Ere yet there were mountains, or rivers, or springs. God is here, says the ocean while rolling in might, God is here, says the darkness, and here, says the light ; God is here, says the cavern in stillness profound, And here, says the earthquake as it upheaves the ground, Then I heard, in one voice, all creation declare. He is here ! He is here I He exists everywhere I 34 i., ■. GOD THE WONDERFUL. See we wonders, is there aught else In the sky, the earth, the main, In the dew-drop, in the phmet In the lightning, wind and rain ? Astounding wonders all may find, Through matter up to subtle mind. Greatest wond ^r. He who made all, Gave to everything its place — ' Stellar systems, planets, comets, Arch C( rulean deck'd with grace To man. His masterpiece, the earth — Greater than its wealth his worth. Shall man's mind, however great 'tis, God to comprehend aspire ? — Greater than a God he would be, While indulging such desire ; Compreherdof must be greater. Creature higher than Creator ! Humbly let us God submit to, Bow adoring at His throne ; Laud His wonders as we view them Widely through creation strown ; With all our wondrous powers adore. The Wonderful, and doubt no more. 35 GOD'S LOVE SEEN, "lis seen in every twinkling star, 111 sun, and moon, and planets all, In comets as they wander far. In brilliant meteors as the-, fall. In mountains, rivers, rocks and hills, In field, and fountain, bush, and tree. In lakes, and brooks, and purling rills, Earth, air, and sky, and sea. 'Tis seen i.i darkness, and in lighc, In storm, and sunshine too, In hail, and rain, and lightnings bright, In snow, and mists, and dew ; No object on this rolling ball, Or in the orbs above — To vast creations outer wall — But says that " God is Love." To learn "how vast that mighty love, Behold God's only son. In Gethsemane, on Calvary, Crying '' Thy will be done I" That WILL our fallen race to save From sin and endless woe. His only Son He freely gave, That boundless love to show. 36 I • GOD'S LOYE MEASURED. God 80 loved the world that Be gave His only begotten Son, ^c. I find it in my heart to sing A hymn of praise to Zion's King, For all the wonders of his grace Bestow'd on us, a sinful race, — To cheer us '*n our dark abode, And guide our steps to Zion's road. Lost ! lost ! indeed was ruined man, So lost without a heavenly plan He ne'er could gain the King's highway, But on in error's path must stray To ruin's brink, and headlong there Plunge in a gulf of dark despair. But Bethlehem's star, with liquid light, Dispelled t|ic shades of nature's night, And showed the pathway all have trod Who now surround the throne of God. what a debt of love we owe To God, who lov'd His creatures so, — To give to us His only Son To die, and say '' Thy will bo done I " To die for sin, who knew no sin. And with such love our hearts to win, For this let all within me raise. To Him a constant song of praise. 37 NIGHT. "An undevout astronomer is mad." — Young. Who can go forth at night and gaze On all the wonders of the star-deck' d sky, And render not the heart's adoring praise, To Him who placed those shining orbs on high ? Who can peruse that page of light, And read not there, " There is a God " of love, Of wisdom infinite, of awful miglit, At Whose command, in order, planets move ? See where the sun hath sunk to rest, While twilight reigns in mingled night and day ; Dimly, and seldom seen, now cheers the west, The planet Mercury on his shining way. Next Venus, in her robe of white, Walks forth, the beauty of the shining plain. Then war -clad Mars sheds forth his crimson light, And younger planets follow in his train. ^ •"Younger planets." The Atarcids of which th^re are many now discovered, raorc than a hundred. Ij i I i ' \^ t '\ 38 Peerless, with his attendant four, In pearly light, great Jupiter appears ; In pomp he moves his lengthened circuit o'er, And measures his with twelve of earth's short years. Pale Saturn next appears in view. With eight moons, and circling zones of light ; And, ere he passes his long journey through, Three tens of solar years shall mark his flight. Next in the train fair Ilersehel shines. With his six moons along his distant way ; With four score years and four, he his defines, And faintly sheds to earth his borrow 'd ray. Leverer's telescopic ball, — *' Neptune," — with scores of Saturn's years in one, Plainly deriving, as do planets all, Light, heat, and color from the distant sun. And Lescarbeault's new orb, quite small. Which he in transit with his glass hath seen ; Nearest the orb of day, they " Vulcan " call. Lost in the glories of the solar sheen ; — Complete the shining, wond'rous list Of planets now to human science known ; Yet, doubtless, others still in space exist, Whoso light to this our orb huth uevcr shone. 89 The milky way, that zone of suns ; The moon, meteors, constellations bright, Perhaps a comet who his circuit runs, Boreal and the Zodiacal light, — With mysterious Nebula : These are the gorgeous drapery of thy arch, splendid night, — fit counterpart of day, Where wonders, crowd on wonders in their march. Who can go forth at night, and gaze On the fair moon, and constell.ited sky, And not be lost in wonder, love, and praise. To their great Author, God 1 our Friend on liigh ? ON A MONUMENTAL SLAB. Reader hast thou a hope of heaven, And dost thou know thy sins forgiven ? Stop, think a moment, and be wise, Improve this moment as it flies. 40 ii ■ I f ii 1 1 A REGEET. For having killed a beautiful butterfly for a young lady who was makiug a collection of insects. How cruel ! how cruel ! it makes my heart bleed To think how it struggled and seem'd to say *' spare," But then for a moment my tenderness fled, For its wings, and colors were pretty and fair. Reluctant T pierc'd it, then turn'd fVom the sight, I did it in haste, but sure never again Will T torture a thing so pretty and bright, For I feel in my breast keen anguish and pain. If others can do it they may if they will. But gold would not tempt mo to do it again, For years may roll on, I shall think of it still, And think of it too with keen anguish and pain. I did it, but Hannah, she made the request. For her I was cruel, and kill'd the poor thing, But she with myself felt a pain in the breast, With tears of regret we bedew' d its bright wing. 41 GOD'S WILL. The rill, which from the mouutaia leaps, Bespeaks a God, and nature's laws; The wind, which o'er the mountain sweeps, Reminds us of the Great First Cause I And every zephyr, every rill, Bids uz obey His sovereign will I The lightning, darting from the sky, The thunder, rolling in the cloud, Alike proclaim a God on high I And speak to hearts rebellious, proud, In accents which with terror fill. Commanding them to do Ilis will. The oceans, rolling in their might. Wave, after wave to us declare, In concert with yon orb of light, Ilis Being present everywhere ; — And us they nature's laws fulfil, Bid us obey Ilis sacred will I W" 42 The mountain, vale, and flowery plain, The rock, the river, and the wood, The snow, the hail, and fruitful rain, Proclaim a Being wise and good j They move the heart, so hard and chill, To yield submission to His will I The numerous tribes of living things, That walk the land, or swim the sea ; That creep the earth, or soar on wings, Their voices join in harmony. Earth, air, and sea their praises fill — Instinctively they do His will I Shall man, the noblest of them all. Made in their Author's image pure — Made lord, to govern great and small, # With being ever to endure ; The masterpiece of matchless skill, Shall he neglect to do His will ? Let demons rave in dark despair, And send their curses to His throne I Let mortals bow in humble prayer, And own Him God, and God alone I Then haste their steps to Zion's hill, And loarn, and do His holy will. 43 Soon, soon with angel choirs above, The obedient child of earth shall sing, In rapturous strains of melting love, The praises of the Eternal King 1 In notes seraphic, pure and shrill, For all the wonders of His will ! But sinners who reject His grace, And rise rebellious to His power. Must all be banish 'd from His face. Beneath His wrath forever cower I Their cup of anguish this shall fill. That they despis'd their Maker's will I ON A MOTHER AND HER CHILD'S STONE. If rarest worth and beauty's bloom Exempted mortals from the tomb. We should not round this sacred spot Mourn the sweet babe and mother's lot. 44 i i M i ill if! t ■■ THE FLIES MY LITTLE PETS. Tlie little busy, active flies Flew o'er my face, lit on my eyes, And seem'd to say " Sluggard arise,"- And I arose. And then so joyful they appear'd, Their music sweet my spirit cheer'd, Less grateful I than they, I fear'd For night's repose. Then when I kneel'd to offer prayer, And thank and ask a Father's care, They my devotions seem'd to share, And buzz'd amens. And when I read the Sacred Book, Well ploas'd they seem'd by act and look, As legs and wings they briskly shook, My happy friends. may the faithful teaching fly, Repeat the lesson if I lie Too late, when I should up and try To do some good. 45 Like thera be gentle, active too, And fly about and duty do, And every hour find something new For gratitude. Dear playful, trusting, little things, Forever on your legs or wings. At home with peasant, princes, kings, Partial to none. In cottage, palace, church and street, My little friends I ever meet. And always with a buzz they greet In sweetest tone. Be careful now, my little pets ; For you the spider spreads his nets, And naughty house-wives poison sets To kill you all. But if you take my kind advice, And open wide your little eyes, Avoiding every false disguise, You'll live till Fall. In winter yon are seldom seen, Endure you cannot air so keen, But long to me the months between Your go aad come. f-rr I 46 But wTien the sun shall melt the snow, And the warm wind shall gently blow, Then my dear constant friends, I know, Will buzz and hum. Then I a welcome will prepare. Of honey, fruits, and dainties rare, And kindly bid you all to share, . And feel at ease. Come not alone — bring all your friends, Invite them each to bring their tens, For to remain till summer ends. Then go or freeze. God made all creatures, great and small. For some good end, but since m.an's " Fall," Suflfering ajid death includes them all, Exempted none. Shall there no reparation be ? Yes, God is just, and we shall see From bondage all His creatures free, Nor longer groan. Then you, my pretty darling flies, If 1 am good, in yonder skies Shall meet, where pleasure never dies, Our God to see. I 47 With powers enlarg'd to feel and know, Things darkly seen while here below, From whence, to whence, our spirits flow — Eternity, But now I leave this pleasing theme, And wake refresh'd from poet's dream, Enlighten'd oy a heavenly beam To be more wise. Avoiding every sinful snare. Discarding every anxious care. Trusting in God, in humble prayer. To win the prize. 48 ( ;;1 FORGIVENESS. 'Tis sweet to forgive when another hath err'd, And when we have err'd, be forgiven j A mystical healing is found in the word " Forgive" — 'tis the balsam of heaven. While onward we move 'mid the evils of life, *Tis often we need be forgiven ; Since 'tis human to err, where error is rife, But forgiveness reminds us of heaven. That man should be pitied who never forgives; For God will not speak him forgiven. In darkness and so.rrow, unpardon'd he lives ; Unpardon'd, he misses of heaven ! 0, may I show mercy when others offend, And cheerfully speak them forgiven ; By this often a foe is chang'd to a friend, And thus changing earth into heaven. Who forgives not his brother, himself cannot know The pleasure of pardon from Heaven, And if mercy we ask, the same we must show, And forgive or ne'er be forgiven. 49 Dear Father of mercy, Who loves me Thy child, Once guilty, I now am forgiven ; I thank TUee for pardon, on mc Thou hast smil'd, I feel it — an earnest of heaven. My bosom now swells with unspe;ik;ible praise, My song is '' Forgiven, forgiven ; " Precious words to my soul, and rhymes in my lays So smoothly, and sweetly with heaven. CONTENTMENT. Contentment is the soul of ease, Its absence is the soul of pain, In vain we sti'lve to bless or please — The discontented will complain. But if contentment fills the breast, The common ills of life we bear As mercies in disguises drcss'd, As blessings, though dark robes they wear. The patient, humble, childlike soul, Endures each momeut.iry ill, Knowing, when time shall cease its roll. Peace, love, and joy their soul shall fill. ,-^' HI 50 '\^ \ i '^- 1 It i ii THE SLANDERER. I pity sure the envious man, Whose object ever is to plan, To spoil another's honest fame ; Who ne'er can find a moment's rest. If others by the world are blest, Till he hath blasted their good name. I pity him, I scorn him too. Whose venom'd pen, and tongue would strew Life's pathway with the thorns of hate ; Who knows, nor feels a moment's i?m, Unless the fiendlike stub and kiss That fever'd, hellish hlU& create. I pity him, his neighbor's bane, Who proudly calls another vain, Because another higher climbs, Winning world-wide the meed of praise, With words of love, in measured lays. With swolliug cadonce, pleasing rhymes. 51 I pity him, but wish him far Remov'd, no more man's bliss to mar ; No more to cast his deadly shade, Upon the path where virtues shine. And the bright rays of grace combine ; May he that path no more invade. I pity him, and will forgive His sin, and love him while I live, If he a penitent will be : And for the future, like a man, With kindly feelings ever plan To bless, not curse society. m 5^ ! 1. HI i TO MISS ELLEN MATEEWSON. SYMPATHETICALLY ON THE SUDDEN DEATH OF HER MOTHER. Sec we now by faith in glory She who lived for Christ on earth, Where she told the Gospel story, To her children from their birth, Lived her fourscore years and four — Died to live for evermore. Suddenly her Saviour call'd her To enjoy her great reward, With the blood-wash'd He installed her, Ever there to praise Her Lord, 0, what rapture in her soug. Which shall last her being long. Father, Mother reunited In eternal bonds of lovo. Parents, Children there delighted, In that blissful clime above, m.iy they who live bo there. Crowns of life with thcin to wear. P.R 63 May we emulate her graces ; Useful live while here below, Walk the path which duty traces, Only Jesus love and know ; Win with her the heavenly prize — Best eternal in the skies. how blest are they who enter To the presence of their Lord. He of bliss the eternal centre, Eartfc and heaven with one accord Raise their pajans to His throne. While He claims us as His own. *l I: If '■ s, to 54 EARTH AND HEAVEN. Winter born, and winter ended, Are the changing years of earth ; Heaven's a spring and summer blended, Knows no end, and knew no birth. Fading flowers of rarest beauty Strew our pathway to the tomb ; Heaven's unfading, angel's duty Is to waft their sweet perfume. Earth hath smiles, but soon in sadness All her smiles are shrouded o'er ; Heaven's are lasting, all is gladness, Pleasures ever, evermore. Friendship, here a word oft spoken, Oft a name without the thing ; But in heaven, the thing, and token Angel poets ever sing. Earth hath coined, and coffcr'd treasures, Pearls, and diamonds, costly prize ; Coins of love, and minted pleasures, la the treasure of the skies. 55 Earth hath honors, fame, and glory, But how empty, trifling, vain ; List awhile, and hear the story Of the conquering Christian's fame : How when Christ in awful grandeur, Comes the Judge of quick and dead ; Babe no more of Bethlehem's manger, But a God 1 whose mighty tread Shakes the pillars and foundations Of Hie universe around ; Suns, and planets leave their stations At His herald's trumpet sound 1 Not an angel left to wonder, Haste they all His train to swell ; Vivid liglitnings, sevenfold thunder Bursts the gloomy gates of hell I Men forsake their dusty pillows j Start to life in every clime, From dark caves, and rolling billows ; While expires old hoary Time. Men and devils stand before Him : AD confess He is the Lord, Holy beings all adore Him, Praise Him all in sweet accord. !lf 5^ Now He speaks, and every creature Hears His voice with joy or dread ; Truth is mark'd on every feature, Every subterfuge is fled I Godlike honors, fame for ever ; Seated on the Conqueror's throne, Glories which shall perish never, Lot of those He calls " His own." Such is heaven, and all who enter, Jesus welcomes to His arms, He, of bliss the eternal centre, Now exhibits all His charms 1 While on earth my footsteps wander, May I live for heaven abovo ; On its glories ever ponder. Love my God, my Jesus love. 67 PATIENCE. Patience, is a lovely flower, Blooming constant all the year, Brighest in the darkest hour, Green, when all beside is sere. Sweetens pain and sorrow's cup, Mingles pbasure with our care, Lifts the fainting spirits up, Spreads contentment everywhere. Sweet contentment, patience, hope. Sisters smiling, always fair, Us they cheer, and to us ope Future pleasures, bright, and rare. O, how sad our earth would be, Banish' d were they from our sphere. Not a spot where we could flee Aught to find, to bless and cheer. Patience, be my constant friend j Then contented shall I smile, Hoping always to the end, Cheerful, grateful, all the whilo E I- f; 5S il ' 11 TO A CO-LiV BORER IN THE GOSPEL VINEYARD, Dr. J. P., WHOSE DUTIES CATXED HIM AWAY FROM HOME AND FAMILY EOa A SEASON. Toil on, toil on, through life's short day, And cultivate Emmanuel's land, To sinners preach, for sinners pray, And give to all the friendly hand ; Hoping that all m;iy turn and live — That all to God their hearts may give. Arduous thy duty, full of care. But Christ is with thee in thy toil ; He'll lifciteq to thy fervent prayer, And grant thee strcngtli thy foes to spoil j He'll light thy pathway to the skies, And crown thee with the Gospel prize. Go, and thy mission fully prove, Go, rouse the sleeping, call, ^' To arms," Bid Zion's hosts in concert move. Point them to crowns, and conquering palms, And say, " Be firm, be bold, be strong, Though fierce the conflict, 'tis not long." 8i» Beware of earth's alluring snares, Its pleasures, honors, and its gold ; They are the source of constant cares, And for them Christ hath oft been sold. But could you all the world control, What profit if you lose the soul ? Soon will the toilsome day be o'er, And thy last battle shall be won, Then with the fathers gone before, You'll join to praise the Three-in-One, For all the wonders of the grace. By which you ran the Christian race. Does duty call thee now away From fireside sweets to roam afar ? There, in the clime of endless day, Your crown shall shine with many a star Which you shall win to Christ your Lord, While thus you strain the social cord. 60 I WRITTEN AFTER A SHOWER— WEEP NOT FLOWERS, Weep not flgwers : all is gladness, Nature smiles, free from sadness, Birds are singing merrily ; Lambs are frisking o'er the lea, Fish are sporting in the sea. All is life and full of glee — Weep not. Weep not flowers : in thy beauty Bloom and smile, 'tis thy duty ; Cheerful nature speaks to thee. All I hear, and all I see. Language full of ecstasy. Sure to you, if not to me — Weep not. Wept my Saviour ! weep I may Tears repentant every day ; He for sinners, I for sin, Till my heart is pure within ; His the tears to set us free. From our guilt and misery ; To Him mortals bend the knee In faith, hope and charity ; Weep, then smile, for these remain. Peace and joy arc in their train. 61 TEDIOUS, TEDIOUS. COMPOSED WHEN RECOVERING FROM A LONG AND DANGEROUS ILLNESS, AND WRITTEN BY >J.Y PHYSICIAN AS I DICTATED. Tedious, tedious, how tedious Are the restless hours of pain ; Fcver'd blood and throbbing temples, Faltering lungs and aching brain. Long and gloomy is the night-watch, Long and sad the watch of day. Linger they — sure, hoary Time Hath grown weary on his way. Gentle noise of mouse, or cricket Sounds a riot to the ear. Closing blind, or shutting wicket, Earth, and airc^uake both appear. Buzzing fly seems quite a tempest. Ticking clock like thunder peals. When it strikes, then all creation Ilattle&, rumbles, rooks and reels. 62 Carriage o'er tlie mountain pavement Sounds a crash, a wreck of worlds, Such is man's disorder' d sense, When his brain with fever whirls. II h Seething hot my bed and pillow. Turn I, but no ease I find, Restless as the ocean's billow, Death, though cruel, would bo kind. Faint I now in infant weakness. Fades the scenes of earth away ; All is dark! 0, what a darkness; Will there come another day ? Gentle whispers, heartfelt sighing. Rouse me to my sense again ; Is it so ? ah ! am I dying, Fatal archer, am I slain ? Now my lips the cordial moistens, Down my throat it trickles life. Sure it is life's pure elixir, From the kand of tliat dear wife» ■MHli mm 63 Now I rc.«t, and quiet slumbers All medicinal arc mine, Now the morn awakes my vision ; Glorious sun, I see thee shine. Day and night I'm convalescing, Scenes of life before me rise ; O, may Heaven, with aid supernal, Guide me ever to the skies. A THOUGHT. Vesuvius from her crater throws Her burning lava o'er the plains, So from the " still " fire liquid flows. To fill with death the drunkard's veins. It flows through every street and lane, And spreads destruction in its way ; The source of sorrow, anguish, pain. The bane of night, the curse of day. 64 THE MISSION OF PAIN. " For He doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men."— Lam. iii. 33. My heart is gear'd with pain, And doth the good God this ? My feeble strength doth wane, I know no earthly bliss. Father divine, I know, Gi'icveth me not in wrath, Though heavily dealt the blow, Yet love His purpose hath. Th' enticing joys of earth To earth contract the sight^ But joys of heavenly birdi Ask broader higher light. In summer's noon of day, The world in beauty beams, Trees, fields, and wat'ry way, lu flood of glory gleams. % 65 WDuld we have view more wide, Systems on systems see, Orbs in their orbits glide Unto infinity ; Then evening's shade must fall. And high noon's glory fade, That darkness' heavy pall, May show what light bath hid. Afflictions to the mind Beveal the things of God, We walk by faith, and find liich mercies in the rod. \ .1 - f -1] ' ii 66 illh W m i • iiii PETER'S FALL. From Jesus I so far did stray, I ceas'd to watuli, T ccas'd to pray ; Temptation came, Ilim I denied — *' I know Him not," in Avr.itli I cried. Tlirice was accus'd, as oFt replied *' I know Him not," i)i scorn, and pride. The cock's slirlll note my conscience stung, My soul in blLtor an^-ulsli wi-ung. A look from Jesus healM my wound, A Saviour tlien indeed I found; Those bltt(;r tr-ars He wiped away. To Heaven I rais'd a gratoPul lay. How many, Pct(;r like, can say " I've coa^'d to wai;cli, I've ceas'd to pray ; " And have like him tlieir Lord denied, Iuda];i;in;j^' un])elief and pride ?— Not tlirice alone, but oft caeli day, Till we^ks, months, years have roU'd away — Who yet m ly turn by fa'th, and see Jesus Wlio wept I'or yon and me; Whose tears of pit)/ Poi' our woe Shall cause repentant tears to flow; Whose sjuile those bitter tours shall stay, And prompt to kcavea a grateful lay. 67 A FAITHFUL FRIEND. Is there on earth this treasure found, A friend that's faitliful, kind, and true ; Who, when we've blam'd, they feel the wound, Blame us in love whoa blame is due ? If sure a treasure rare as this Is found on earth, ti 11 me where, That I may feel the s.icrod bliss. The smile of such a friend to share. But eai'th hath not that treasure now, Let Calvary tell ihc reason wliy ; Yet they who to our Jc.:m< bow, This friend may find above tlie sky. There, For ever a)id ever, "Wborc paiji enters never, And doiiLlj c.mnot sever. Thy sister and brother now reigns, ThiiL fri on dslilp to share. Be constant in watcliin.^ und fervent in prayer, riicn Mary Ann too, iii lact shall be there, Whero dcaCb cannot sever. And p.iln ont'.'rs never, For «ver and ever, Witli Jo^u ; t«» reij^n, And sing hallelujah, amen and Amen. 'l i Tl . I: 68 THE BIBLE. precious book, so full of truth, A light and guide to age and youth, A book of more intrinsic worth Then all the gems and gold of earth. On every page new beauties shine, Brilliant the thought, the them^i sublime, Here flows the purest streams of love, From God the fountain-head above. I was born June twenty-two, eighteen hundred four, And have read the whole Bible seven times and threescore, And expect if I live to another birthday, *' I ha- read it again " to bo able to say. When but twelve, to my dear father now in glory, I had read every word of the Old Old Story, Once in four days I read it, and once in thirteen, Having nights of sweet sleep the long readings between. In the year sixty-six with an object in view. The dear, precious volume, I read thirteen times through, If there is one living — will that one please report, Who has read it as often, and in times as short? The numbers are millions I indulge not a doubt, Who may never have read the blest Bible throughout, Yet have lived meek, and holy, a pattern to all, While I through temptations have oft suffered a fall. But, thanks to GorVs mercy, I still read witli delight Its truths every morning, ol't at noon, and at night, Prize, dear reader, this Book of God's revelatioa, And loarn the great Science of human Salvation. iL„ 69 THE CEDAR AND THE WILLOW GLOOM. Composed when the cholera was taking away hundreds around me, and myself suffering with an attack of it. The Cedar and the Willow gloom, (Where dust of friends iu peace is laid ;) I ever hop'd that there my tomb, Would be beneath their sacred shade, But far from home I now must die — With strangers here my dust must lie. No kindred's tear o'er me is shed, • No wife or child these eyes shall close, A stranger friend beside my bed, A stranger's want of pity shows ; Yet kind enough to drop a tear, But not like those of kindred dear. I love the spot where life began, Where infancy to manhood grew, Where ever varying currents ran Of hopes the many, fears the few ; But far away in space and time — No more for mo that genial clime. 70 I will not murmur or complain, For a kind Fatlicr plac'J me here; And hero I willin,;j,ly remain, For He's a Father lov'e.' and dear. Too wise to err, I'll love Him still. And bow submisbive to His will. ;i Yet lingers round my memory scones Of days and years of pleasures fled, The hill, the wood, and sloping green, The churchyard with its slumbering dead ; The Cedar and the Willow gloom, I would have chosen for my tomb. r^ Pikj— — SSbSmSSmbS 71 •'WHEN SHALL I COME AND APPEAR BEFQRE GOJ>?" 0, when sliull I come and appear before God, To bow in His presence, submit to His rod. And hope for His pardon, and look for His grace, And feel that His presence makes sacred the place ? I long for Tliy courts — ^to dwell in Thy sight, The darkness of nature illum'd by Thy light, My heart tuned to praise for His mercy divine. And by faith claim the Godhead as sacredly mine. ! Jesus, my Saviour, I come to Thy throne, No plea but Thy merits — Thy merits alone j Sufficient Thy blood every stain to remove, And (ill my whole soul with the fulness of love. 1 pant for Thy courts as the hart for the brook, With sorrow, I mourn that I ever forsook Thy gates, loved Zion — Thy altirs of prayer, And covered my soul with the shroud of despair. No more will I wander ; but, close to Thy side, Securely I'll rest — in Thy Word will confide, 'Till the summons shall come to call mo away From the darkness of earth to the region of day. V Sunnyside, July 1870. 72 I WOULD NOT DIE. I would not die : I wish to live, And to the world my talent give Which God to me hath given, A little good on earth to do ; And when my pilgrimage is through, To find a home in heaven. I'd live, to tell the young beware Of every sinful, subtle snare Spread in their morning way ; To show life's noontide dangers too. And point them to the pathway true, Leading to endless day. I'd live, to coimcil age mature. And ever urge them to secure A treasure in the skies ; By my example, show the road That leads unerringly to God, Where pleasure never dies. L 1 lu.. 73 I'd live, because my life hath been A checkcr'd scene of doubt and sin j But now I would be wise, And show to all, both foe, and friend, How well by grace a life may end, And, conquering, win the prize. I'd live, my God to glorify, I'd live, that I may never die The death of endless shame ; But in the courts of bliss and joy, Eternally my powers employ To praise God's sacred name. I'd rather die than live one day In sinful pleasures' path to stray, Away from Christ, my all ; Yes, while I write, let welcome death Marble my frame, and stop my breath, Bather than live to fall. I've lived to see my century's noon, And still enjoy the sacred boon — The gift of pardoning love; My noon of life hath long since sped. The evening shades around me spread, But all is bright above. F fill ill 74 '"(i r ! I !i GOD EVER NEAR. • How mighty, wise, and ever nigh The God, on Whom my hopes rely ! No danger will I ever fear, For He, Omnipotent, is near; In darkness, as in shining day, My sure defeh^e, my constant stay. If fiendlike hosts my soul assail, I will not fear — they can't prevail ; His promise sure — " That as my day My strength shall he," while in the way Of duty, I my course pursue, With Jesus ever in my view, As safe, as though my course were run, And listening to the words, " Well done, Thou good and faithful servant," take The crown of life for My own sake. Bold and courageous, I will stand And fight in our Emmanuel's band, Till all opposing foes are slain, Then victor with my Chieftain reign. 75 If SNUG LITTLE FIRE. ITow pleasing to sit, on a cold wintry night, In a room which is heated with inthracitc coal ; How gently it burns with its cherry red light, While the blue gaseous flames upward lazily roll. I sit and remember the days of my youth, At the foot of Manadnoch with grandparents dear; Where I liv'd — ^ycs, I liv'd— an emphatic truth, Through spring, summer, autumn and the rest of the year. Ili [J , I. .j i I r The winter 'twas dicar, but the old folks were kind, And a "holiday " sure were those evenings so long; We had comforts, and food, for body and mind, Such as nuts, apples, cider, the book and the song. But the fire — yes, the fire — how shall I describe Such a forest of fuel, and mountain of flame ? Enough to have warm'd a large Indian tribe, Or Napoleon's host when from Moscow he came. 76 lii! 1:1 J Around it in circle at distance we sit, All amus'd with its snapping, its crackle and roar; My aunts (blessed souls) they hnd stockings to knit, While my uncles were whittling all over the floor. Snug under the table, old Towzer he snor'd, And snug in the corner our old Tubby did purr ; No clutter of windows though the tempest roar'd, For grandsire had so fix'd them tli t nothing could stir. i^i! ill :i How blest were those moments, and 'tis with delight That I think of their pleasures though long years have fled; No cares, and no sorrows, my young heart did blight, Not a foe for to fear, not a danger to dread. m Since those blessed days ninny sorrows I've known ; Through much tribulation I have wander'd in woe ] Kind friends at a distance, while I, all alone. In anguish have suffer' d what no mortal can know. My grandparents dear, ah 1 they sleep in the dust, My aunts, and my uncles, have gone down to the grave, My pastor, dear Payson, is now with the just. With the most of his flock whom he labor'd to save. 77 My playmates are scatter'd o'er all the wide earth ; But ah ! some now moulder in a premature tomb By rum, the destroyer ; while others, whose worth Show tho fruits of the Spirit from faith's sacred bloom. But those blessed days cannot ever return, Yet the present are blest, for our God is the same, If we childlike submit of Jesus to learn, We both now, and for ever, may happiness claim. Let earth have its changes, and men their desire. Let the conqueror boast, o'er his conquered foes, I'll sit down content, by my '' snug little fire," And on Christ, my Redeemer, will calmly repose. m ,1 5<' ^'1 m ii 78 1 n i''^'- 1 i J; i ' l| II ll 1 1 u JESUS IS MINE. Jesus is mine, my soul with rapture cries ; And I am His, by sacred, heavenly ties. Nothing on earth, beside Him, I desire ; To sing. His praise, m;"^ lips shall never tire. Jesus is mine, what a wondrous thought, And I am Ilis, He hath my ransom bought — Not with the price of rubies, pearls, or gold, Nor all the wealth which worlds, on worlds, unfold — But with His precious blood, more priceless far Then earth, sun, moon, and every beaming star. Jesus is mine, can it, — can it be, — That I, once vile, and distant far from Thee, Can call my own, as Saviour, tJrother, Friend, Thee, Jesus, Thee, Whose love shall never end ? Yes, He is mine, let all within me raise To Him, the song of sweet adoring praise. Yes, He is mine, and let the tale be told, He found me near where flaming billows roil'd ; Where hope's Irst ray, shed but a flickering light On the dark shroud, of night — eternal night, Whose mists were gathering fast, with awful gloom, Arouud my soul; to seal its fearful doom ! 79 He found me there — another step, and oh ! My soul had plung'd in dark, unfathomed woe ! There, there He found — and found me but to save. Ho snatch' d me thence, as from the burning wave. precious Jesus ! wondrous grace divine! He saatch'd me thence, and bid me call Him mine. Mine, mine Thou art ! and mine shall ever be, And I am Thine to all eternity 1 .: . IS HE MINE. ;.i&fc Is He mine — what a treasure, Is He mine — what a bliss, Is He mine — what a pleasure, Surely, eartn hath naught like this ; Yes, t claim Him, as my own, He, His love to me hath shown. 5-J Is He your's — then give Him glory, Is Ho your's — a Saviour near, Is He your's — then tell t!ie story Of His precious love so dear. Claim Him, claim Him, as your own, He, His love to you hath shown. i '. ' '! 41 i- a I 10 Greater love hath no man ever Shown than this, his life to give For a friend, — hut never, never Lied he that a foe might live ; But fur foes, like you and me, Jesus died on Calvary. Precious Saviour, don't reject Him, He is your's; by faith you may — Now, this moment — now expect Ilim, All your sins to take away ; Claim Him, claim TTim, as your own, He, Hii love to all hath shown. Haste while Jesu3 bids you enter At the door Hc*8 opened wide, Cast your all on Him, and venture All, and in Hi^ word confide ; He will claim you as His own ; 0, what lo v'e to us is shown. " " ,„ ' ^'S^mt i fitummm imm 81 •!l PURE COLD WATER. Wine and brandy, never, never, Pure cold water, ever, ever ; Yes, drink the liealtliful water cup, Whene'er you breakfast, dine, or sup. Wine and brandy— want and sorrow, Pain to-day and death to-morrow ; Winr anil brandy— fighting, lying, Wile u»4 uhildren sobbing, sighing. f \ i Pure cold water — honltb and treasure, peaceful i">nscien<«-, lasting pleasure; Pufo cold water — kind and cheerlul, Wife and children never fearful. ON MY ONLY BON'S TOMBSTONE. The cherub host rejolc'd anew When thia de«t nhlhl bid u.ath adieu; Too lovely hero with us to stay. They bore him to the realms of day. >U 82 IV I III m i i' ii I NEW AND OLD YEAR— 1870-71. 0, what a lovely world is ours, Blest with sunshine, wind, and showers; Clad in green or robes of white, Blest with seasons, day and night, Flowers, and fruits, in time appear, To crown for us the smiling year. But our years how soon they fly. Flowers, and fruits, they fade and die. Death's chill winter with its blasts, O'er loveliest scenes its mantle casts ; But faith, and hope, our spirits cheer. With prospects of a brighter year. That brighter year is ours at last. Eighteen hundred seventy's past. And eighteen hundred seventy-one, Greets us with its shining sun ; Ma\ we with joy vithout a tear, Spend this our owu new happy yoar. .#* t*#^' 83 May sons of earth learn war no morCj May peace reign from shore to shore, May every virtue, every grace, Be practis'd by the human race ; All bid adieu to doubt and fear. And ail enjoy a happy year. ;i: Could sin be banish' d from our sphere, And usher in that glorious year. By sacred prophets long foretold, Superior to the age of gold, Then Gospel Eden would appear, And Jesus reign throughout the year. i '*; 84 BIRTHDAY. Written on my birthday, June 22nd, 18G9. Another year of life hatli fled, And fleeing I remain, While many of my friends are dead, I IVe in hope ana pain ; When will my hour of rescue come. And I, with them, iiiid heaven my home ? Three scores and five my years of woe, But soon must come my last. Perhaps this year will lay me low, My sands are running fast; But if another year I live, May I, to God its moments give. I feel and know He is my Friend, may I ever ft^l His friendship not with life to end, Infinity its seal ; Through all eternity His Icve, To be my b'iss with saints above. PH 85 A POEM, On the Picnic, of the Three Sabbath Schools, of the Great St. James Street Wesleyan Methodist Church, held September 12th, 1871. Read at the Young Men's Association of said Church. Who, who of our number will not gratefully smile, To think of our Picnic in the grove at Belocll ? 'Twas a lovely day on the twelfth of S-^ptember, One in life's history we deliglit to reaiember, JIow cheerful the morn, how clear and bright the sun shin'd To favor us — all nature its beauties combiii'd. Ill if* l> At the stition we met quite a host young and old, Sight truly amusing f()r the eye to behold ; After a few moments of quite pleasing delay We all took our seats, then mov'd quickly away Under bridge, over streets, around curves we rattle, The children amus'd k(M'|)ing up a brisk prattle. Till wo came to tlie bridge which sp.ins the brond river, And then when they spoke we could hear a slight ([uiver, For as sudden as thought their bright day chaiig'd to night. No wonder tbey shudder'd, as a quick flash of light 86 Darted into their eyes — then all da-kness again, The sudden transition giving optical pain ; But the darkness soon ended, and then the bright day Dispeird every fear, and we all darted away Through fields of bright verdure, and by groves of young trees, Seeing things distant, and near, which all of as please. '!,li God was answering our prayers — in giving delight To all the dear children — they were happy and bright, And sang the sweet tunes they had learn'd at the schools, In praise to Him, Who in love, the universe rules. But now rises before us the mount of Bela?il, We see in each countenance awaken'd a smile. But the smiles were chang'd in a moment to sadness. To smile near that bridge would be token of madness. Where a few y«;ar« ago near a hundred were slain, German passengers on }K)ard an emigrant tniin ! As we pass the sad spot we with gratitude raise Thanks to God, our Protector, Who guards all our ways. A few minutc3 more, then our rail journey ended. And soon to the grove, walk < r ride we ascended, And astonishingly soon we spread through the wood, A fine scene for an artist — while eating our food. Amusing, and grotes(][ue, was the view all around, Instead of tables, and chairs, we us'd the dry ground. if % 87 Some ate scarcely thinking of milk, coffee or tea ; Not so the gentleman who provided for me, His shining tea kettle, and his alcohol fire, Gave a fine cup of tea — none could better desire. 'Tvvas pleasing to see the ** Howard " of our city, His fire burning, kettle boiling, showing pity To ail who needed, or wish'd for a cup Of the beverage, which old, and young like to sup. After doing full justice to cakes, tarts and pies, We all tock the course which soem'd best in our eyes. We t;ilk'd of the " Children " as we came by the way, Who now were the " Children " 'twas a puzzle to say, For old men, and maidens, did with each other vie, And young men, and matrons, to excel seem'd to try. In the sports of the hour, which were healthful and pure, Which " Fossils " would ooject to alouc is quite aure. Some in running, and jumping, and swinging, cxccll'd, Some in clioosing their partners, or in being repell'd, Some in flying the kite, or in bending the bow Were experts — some in climbing the trees made a show ; The boys (if such a term is admiHsibl<> here*, Where tiie men are all boys) in their sack races were queer. I 4\ I -I- 1 1' I t M ' i '18 88 Though the eldest perhaps in the midst of the scene, I felt rejuvin itcd — not more than sixteen 1 Some climb'd the rough mount, for a panoramic view Of 8t Lawrence, Champlain, and the winding Richelieu, Of villages, towns, and the proud city their home, Then fiatsore, and halting, to the "grove" back they come. ^ I But the scene most amusing, and pleasing to all, Was the " Children's gathering," at our dear Pastor's call, By scores, and by hundreds in close circles around. Thick as bees when they swarm — they quite cover the ground ; Then they all sang '' A Grace," with a thankful good will, And of choice cakes, and apples, they each took their fill ; Then sang about Jesus —melodious the song. Did anjjrels in chorus, hover over the thron*', And far off in the skies, the sweet anthem prolong ? But time flies, how swiftly, the hour it is come. We must leave the green grove, for our far distant home ; The cars are in waiting, we soon enter, and wait For a season, to be sure that all things were "straight;" Our fine steam horse is snorting, impatient his stay, The word being given, he darts quickly, away, Over the once fatal bridge in safety we move. Then fly rapidly homeward on rails, firm, and smooth. 89 The morning it was pleasant, the noon calm and bright, As pleasant, and calm, were the approaches of night : The sun set in glory, when his day's work was done: May we all take a lesson from the beautiful sun, In our orbits of duty with constancy run, A blessing to all — as in his beams all are blest, Then departing in triumph, go home to our ''rest." Through the world-wide wonder we rumbled and roll'd, '' Victoria bridge," a work stupendous and bold. And here as we pass all is shrouded in gloom, lleminding us of the way from life, to the tomb ; But the city beyond hath no feature of heaven. Except in God's children whose sins are forgiven. Our little folks, though tired, "were contented ; — and calm As the evening enjoy 'd — whose breath was all balm. Quite slowly we mov'd from the bridge to the station, Where safely ended our Picnic Celebration. Now with kindly " good nights " to our homes we repair. To close the blest day with thanksgivings, and prayer. Who, who of our number, does not gratefully smile To think of our Pionic in the *' grove " at Bela'il ? I ; T«i ^-."h ^> .%. ^^^1^, IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) r <^k< A ^ ^^y. m i2/i & ^ ^ 1 ^>.. /^ c-: m i^ :> ^^/ * o 7 /A 1.0 I.I ^ Vi 1120 1.25 1.4 *" Photographic Sciences Corporation 1.6 A-er is the proud tyrant's cliains. May the God of all power make and keep you all pure, Then thy free Institutions shall ever endure ; Thy noble Republic an example shall be, And tht lauds now in bondage soon, soon shall be free. 93 Farewell to my country, a long painful adieu I I sink in deep sorrow as I take my last view Of the home of my childhood, the land of my birth, None like thee, -my dear country, on all the green earth. My choice next to thee is where Victoria reigns, A model of Queens, whose robe of state hath no stains, God bless Her, and Her empire, with plenty and peace, May the Lion, and the Eagle, from war ever cease, The world's destiny We, if united, command, May God grant Us union for an object so grand* Old England, New England T now hail with pride, In my heart both united where'er I reside. And whene'er to the bosom of earth I return, May one, or the other, of my dust be the urn t )' 11 ril i. A 9i TO HIS ROYAL HIGEINESS, PRINCE ARTHUR. if' Permit, kind Sir, an aged Bard — Who, battling with the world, is scarr'd From heel to crown ! But still is doing battle fair With hosts of ills — pain, want and care, And envy's frown, — To present to You the following lines : The Poet's hand to You I gave, * Not as a menial, or a slave, But as a Squ of Freedom's land, Whose Sovereign people firmly stand And say, " Who shall, or shall not be The Ruler of Their country free." K it in Proud of my Country 1 well I may Bo proud, — and bless th' auspicious day When the great Lincoln did proclaim, Throughout Our vast slave-curs'd domain, • I bad been introduced to Him the da^ I composed this poem. 95 Freedom to all, — for all were bound While slavery in Our Land was found ; Byword and sooflf of every throne, Where slaves in chains had ceased to groan. Now Mother England owns with pride Her Child, and lays Her sword aside, And smiles to see Her Daughter fair The robe of Sacred Justice wear. A righteous Crown, and Sceptre too, Of Truth to govern, not subdue. Proud of Our Mother, — ^yes, 'tis truth — Though stubborn in Our wayward Youth, We hail with pride Her mighty power. Which to a world will never cower — Through all Our Land the good and wise Her needed friendships highly prize — The world in arms might strive in vain. If We Her conquering power obtain, To overthrow, or subjugate Our Youthful, yet Our Manlike State, Proud of Old England 1 yes. We will Be proud, and pay Her homage still, As Child to Parent only can When Childhood ripens into Man ! w:ji M f 96 We love Her Sovereign — Noble Queen, Whose like the world has never seen ; Long may She live, and brighter shine As She approaches life's decline ; And when Her glorious course is run, Reign by example in Her Son. To Thee, Prince Arthur, young and^fair. Son of the most illustrious " Pair " Which history's page to us reveals — A truth the world admits and feels ! May you, Their virtues, emulate, And rule in Hearts, if not in State ! This young Dominion, with delight Claims You, as Her's, by sacred right I Within Her border domiciled. She claims Thee as Dominion's Child, And pays to Thee the homage due, Next to the Queen and Albert True I May sacred pleasures long be Yours, And bliss — which Piety secures. And here the Bard his song will end, Your humble servant. Virtue's friend ! Bard op Niagara. 31 Prince Street, Montreal, P. Q., D. C. 97 COPY Of His Royal Highness, Prince Arthur's letter, sent to me under His Royal Seal, as an acknowledo-- ment of the preceding poem : — Rose Mount, Montreal, Nov. 25, 1869. Colonel Elphinbtonb is desired by His Royal Highness Prince Arthur to acknowledge the receipt of the Bard op Niagara's letter forwarding two copies of some verses dedicated to the Prince. His Royal Highness is much pleased with the loyal feelings displayed by the Author, as well as by the judicious and delicate manner in which he has given expression to those feelings. His Royal Highness intends to keep the copy of these verses, as a reminiscence of his very agreeable visit to Canada. Bard op Niagara, 31 Prince Street, Montreal. ... !^ : r 1.1 SESSB 98 IN MEMORIAM. ^li BY A SYMPATHISING FRIEND. The following consolatory lines were dedicated to Captain R. Gardner, jun,, on the death of his youthful and beloved wife, Emka which occurred on the 25th January, 1870. The youthful loving friend po dear, Hath passed away from dreary earth ; Affection sheds the bitter tear O'er loveliness and moral worth ; But Faith, and Hope, those tears shall dry, For Emma lives with Christ on high. Parents they weep, and Husband too, And all the circle of her friends. With tender love Finct re and true ; But He, the Husband, lowly bends. And feels the pangs of sacred grief. But Faith, and Hope, g've sure relief. The reign of Winter yields its sway To Spring, and brighter Summer's hour ; So death, on the great Quick'niug Day, Shall yield to our Kedeemer's power. While Faith, and Hope, yield present blisa. Submissively the rod we kiss. d9 Yes, Faith, and Hope, point to the throne Where sainted Emma joins to sing The song in heaven's melodious tone, With all the blest, to heaven's OTeat Kin"- • This thought dries up our every tear, And makes our Jesus still more dear. Soon, if like her we faithful be To grace, our heavenly Father gives, We'll join that holy company Where Emma with her Saviour lives; Where Faith is lost in the full view Of Jesus, and the Father too. heavenly gift, Faith, Hope, and Love Without them dark this earth would be ; Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove And fill us with the Sacred Three ; That all our hearts, consol'd, may tell Our Master hath done all things well. Then let us all the Saviour praise, And humbly at His footstool bow j Acknowledge 11 im in all our ways. And claim His every promise now. With Faith, Hope, Love, and every grace. Secure with her in heaven a place. ''M 100 >1 III iP FAITn— HOPE— LOYE. " Faith, hope, charity, these three ; and the greatest of these is charity." Faith is the soul's far-seeing eye ; It looks through all the plan of grace. From Justice' sword uplifted high, To bleeding Mercy's suffering face I !7aith is the chain that reaches where The anchor, hope, in heaven is laid ; Not all the billows of despair, Thus moor'd can make the soul afraid. # Faith is the Christian's blazon'd shield, Inwrought with more than angel's skill ; Whose burnish' d front can never yield To all the fiery darts of ill. Faith is the substance of the things That hope embraces in its view ; Borne on its strong, and soaring wings, The soul foretastes those pleasuree true. 101 Faith is the telegraphic wire By which Jehovah, from his throne I Conducts to earth the holy fire, Making IIis sovereign counsels known.* • f ■' '; i In answer to the Christian's prayer, Around the globe, from pole to pole, The sacred helix, truth shall bear To every dark, benighted soul I " Faith moves the arm that moves the worlds," Anu when but as the must ird seed. The mount dn from its base it hurls. And breaks the earth's diurnal speed If If] Faith is the grace that leads the train : — Sinner, with humble heart believe. You cannot trust God's Word in vain, Or doubt, and not His frown receive I HOPE. Hope is a star to guide and cheer The pilgrim on his weary way, Its light forbids each rising fear. And peace, and joy, blend in its ray. •Heb. xi. 3. tJoshu&i. 12, 13. u 102 Hope is a tower on yonder plain, Beyond the dark domain of death ! The trav'ler sees the shining fane, And panta to breathe immortal breath. Hope is an anchor to the soul, Entering within the sacred vail I The winds may rise, the billows roll, Yet all is safe— it cannot fail 1 Hope ia the pathway to the skies, The shining track which prophets trod ; The peaceful road where all the wise Are journeying homeward to their God I Hope is the medicine of life, A balm for every human ill. She calms 'the passions, quells their strife Wiih healing whispers, " Peace, be still.'' Hope is a flower of sweet perfume. A plant exotic — from tLe skies; It sheds its fragrance o'er the tomb. But in its native clime it dies 1 If 'tis a fetiir of brilliant ray ; A beacon tower ; an anchor sure ; A fragrant plant ; a peaceful way ; A medicine, the soul to cure ; — 103 Why do not all the boon receive, And break the bondage of despair ? Renounce their sins, on Christ believe. And learn II is easy yoke to bear ? LOVE. Love is the atmosphere of heaven. Where spirits breathe eternal praise ; And all who know their sins forgiven With zephyrs thence their paeans raise. i :h Love is the magnet of the skies, Attracting every kindred part ; If low as earth the treasure lies, Some humble, contrite, sinner's heart — Trembling, at once it heavenward tends, And, when from every hindrance freed, Upward its willing course it bends, Aad flies to heaven with angel's speed. 1! ,*,,.. Love, with its gravitating power, Draws heart to heart in union sweet; And soon will come the liappy honr, When Christians all, as one, shall meet: ■V I Al 104 As one, shall stand in firm array, The powers of darkness to oppose, *^nd usher in that glorious day, When Christ shall triumph o'er His foes I Love is the greatest of tlie three, For 'twas when Faith and Hope were not; And when they cease, it still will be The soul's unchangiig, blissful lot. 'Tis the fulfilling of the law Which Faith, and Hope, could not fulfil ; Justice 10 more, His svvorJ, shall dr.iw. For Love obeys the Sovereign will. Love is of God, and God is Love ; And he that dwelleth in this grace Dwelleth in God, as saints above, And in him is God's dwelling place. Love is a treasure past compare — Angels without it, would be poor ; With it, the beggar heaven shall share As long as spirit can endure. Twas lost by Adam when he fell ; 'Tis giin'd through Jo.^us crucified ; Let every heart with praises swell, Faith, Hope, and Love thov itill abide. 105 BE HAPPY. : : i '" 1 *' Be happy," says the opening morn, When slum'ring nature wakes to life, While yet the stars the west adorn, And night and day hold noiseless strife. CHORUS. Be happy, be happy, the voice universal I hear it at morn, at noon, and at night ; All nature unites in its constant rehearsal Inviting us mortals in God to deliglit. " Be happy," says the fervent noon, When vig'rous life is on the wing, When all but man join in the tunc, Which all beside him ever sing. Chorus. .; SSI f'% 1 tf *' Be happy," says the closing day, While angels' pencils touch the sky. With azure, gold and purple ray, And all the hues of nature's dye. Chorus. It 1:1 : 1) !i in! i! I ! H II' In 106 '^ Be happy," says the solemn night, When nature's pulse but faintly beats, When twinkling stars with modest light, Or Luna's ray the optic greets. Chorus. The roaming beasts o'er hill and dale, The feathered minstrels of the wood, The insect tribes or ponderous whale, With all the tenants of the Hood ; Chorus. The mountains, vales, and rivers all. The gurgling brook and ocean's tide, Niagara in its thundering '' Fall," And all the cascade world beside ; Chorus. The vine, the bush, and stately tree, The hail, and snow, and teaming rain ; All things we taste, feel, hear, or see, ''Be happy," say in accents plain. Chorus. But nature's God, in boundless love, To make our happiness secure, A message from His throne above Hath sent on Li|)S divinely pure. Chorus. 107 *' Come weary, heavy laden coiie, My easy yoke and burden bare, Then share with me my heavenly home, Eternal rest with angels share." CLOSING CHORUS. Be happy, be happy, the voice universal. Saints, angels, and Jesus, in concert I hear, The music of nature in constant rehearsal, God's message of love our sad spirits to cheer. i/i fa !■> 108 I! TRIFLES. Whist 1 hearken husband, listen wife, 'Tis trifles make the sum of life ; From rain and dew-drops rivers flow, "Tall oaks from little acorns grow." So penny trifles build our wealth, And temperance trifles give us health. Words are trifles, but when spoken, Hearts by them are hcal'd or broken. Smiles are trifles, but a treasure Lies within them rich with pleasure. Neglected trifles often prove A hindrance to our mutual love ; m Nail or screw by "Will." Neglected, Brings him trouble unexpected ; And so of many trifles more — A broken pane or unhing'd door. Then, William, mind each trifling thing, For trifles joy or sorrow bring. A stitch *s a trifle, but a crime If 'tis neglected in its time ; And may require a score or two, When now a single one would do 109 How much ill-feeling may arise From trifles, with their sightless eyes, Neglected from the husband's shirt — 'Tis the neglect his feelings hurt. Then mind your trifles, Mary Ann, And ever try to please the man. If either do a trifle wrong Haste to correct it — don't prolong The time — now, this very minute — > Years of sorrow may be in it. Then both of trifles have a care : Of what you eat, and drink, or wear ; Of what you think, act, look, or speak, Be Daniel wise, and Moses meek ; Be Deb 'rah brave, and Mary pure, Christ-like, and constant bliss secure. Invoke the morn to quicken thought To mind your trifles as you ought; Ask of the noon with beaming light, If your trifles all are right ; Invite the evening shades to tell If you've mark'd your trifles well; And if you find your trifles right, Blest shall you both be, day and night. i } .»« i hi i*. ' ::! - I:! ■it 1 m m..'t i m no GREAT THINGS. Permit, kind friends, an aged Bard — Who, battling with the world, is scarr'd From heel to crown, And still is doing battle fair With hosts of ills, led by despair With fearful frown — To speak a word, though by proxy ; 'Tis not now quite orthodoxy For Bard to meet At festive boards, with Pleasure's throng. To tune his harp, or trill his song, Though e'er so sweet. Permitted ! First to him whose duty Manhood joins to Love, and Beauty, Advice I give : tie the bands of Hymen strong, That they may hold the parties long As both shall live. Ill Next the Bridegroom, William Moody, In vig'rous Manhood, strong and ruddy, I will address ; And then the smiling, blushing Bride, Who takes her place close at his side In wedding dre^s. Once on a time I Trifles wrote. But now conclude to change my note. And Great Things sing ; For great the Parson's duty is To make two one, and seal their bliss With marriage ring. And great the interchange of vows^ Between the Husband, and the Spouse, They freely make j And great their mutual duties now, To truly keep, that sacred vow 'Till death shall break. Great is the world of Joy, and Woe, And great the throng who onward go Toward the goal ; And great the scenes which there transpire, Which some may dread, — others desire With tranquil soul. Ill v\ ! nil miiw 112 In reference to that final scene, There are no Trifles here I ween, But all are Great ; The smile, the word, the thought, act, look, Are all recorded in that Book — - The Book of Fate. If all are great, then sure we may This scene upon this festive day Call greater still, — The greatest of the acts of life, — When two become Husband and Wife By God's own will ! Great pleasure may you all enjoy, Nor let the Bard your mirth destroy With truthful song ; He would not damp, but to secure The joys which ever shall endure Your being long, I wish to you, the Happy Pair, A period long of pleasures rare In your new state ; An 1 may your study ever be, Each with the other to agree In counsel sweet. 113 May ne'er the bane of marriage state— Indifference to each other's fate — Be your sad lot ! But constant Sympathy impart A pleasure to each other's heart, Nor once forgot. may we all each other greet In that bright world, where Saints shall meet At God's right hand ! And swell the notes of endless praise. To the Great Saviour of our race. In every land. i ! n ,i I A FRAGMENT. The precious Bible is my book, For comfort oft to it I look ; 0, may it ever guide my feet, To Jesus, and His mercy seat. V? 114 WHISKY DEVIL IS HIS NAME. I was happy, he was cheerful, Children laugh'd in playful glee. He my husband, they his likeness. With the baby on his knee. 0, what pleasant days pass'd by us. Peace and plenty all the while j But a demon spirit enter' d — Fell of purpose, cruel, vile. Soon he sour'd my husband's temper, Peace he drove in wrath away. Plenty then was bid to follow, Joy, without them, could not stay. iii! iiii All, aJas I is sorrow, sadness. Since the cruel monster came ; Such a monster, oh ! how cruel, Whisky Devil is ulo rame. 115 Now our children cry with hunger, Now they shiver with the cold, Now their clothes all hang in tatters, Every thing for rum is sold. 0, for mercy's sake, befriend us, Make a law like that in Maine, Then once mo^e our home is happy, For the monster will be slain. Help us, help us, Mister Printer, Help us. You who make the laws, Help us. Voters, help us. Rulers ; 'Tis a just and holy cause. IMPROMPTU ON MARRIAGE. As meet two streams, and gently flow In one, through all the plain below ; As sunbeams by the lens unite In one intense, and burning light, — So hearts, if pure, both flow and shine. When wedlock all tbeir powers combine. 116 lliilr I 19 IK : Wl BUNKER HILL MONUMENT. I've seen thee oft — I see thee still, Proud shaft on Bunker's prouder hill ; I see thee now, though distant far, And hill and cloud my vision bar ; By night I see thee as by day. Where'er I am, whene'er I will, Thy presence is before me still, And there, must ever stay. I've seen thee oft — I see thee still. As I ap] roach thy far-fi'm'd hill. Where freemen's sires for freodom bled, Where Warren found a gory bed, And England learn'd a fearful truth, That, men for freedom would contend. Though death Iv kindred hearts they send, To aged sires or youth. I've seen thee oft — I see thee still. I stand upon thy blood-stain'd hill, And see thee in thy giant pride. With thy firm, smooth, unletter'd side, Thy apex pierces now the sky. And clouds to right, and left defile j Thy summit now a granite isle. Rain here — up there 'tis dry. 117 I've seen thee oft, — but why not still ? Below me lies the cloud capp'd hill, Ah ! on thy summit now I stand ; When rais'd, we oft o'erlook the hand Which help'd us in our upward way ; Though elevated to the sky, Again I have thee in my eye, 'Tis gone, — thou wilt not stay. I've seen thee oft — I see thee still, Far oflF upon the battle hill. At distance now I wond'ring stand, And view thee in an aspect grand. As painted on the canvas'd sky — A picture pencil ne'er exceU'd, Thy height to the immense is swcll'd. Sublimely towering liigh. I see thee now, and ever will, While freedom points me to that hill, Remember thee, — where heroes fell ; And to my children's children tell The tale my grandsire oft hath told : How Enghmd tax'd our glass and tea, For paper stamp'd rcquir'd a fee, And fathers fought so bold. ^ 118 THE THREE SMILES. It smiles I What smiles ? The Babe at the breast, On whom the cold hand of want never prest, Who knows naught of earth, its sickness and sorrow, And never yet dream'd of a dying to-morrow — It smiles. ,n'i They smile ! Who smile ? The Reckless and Gay, Whose thoughts are bounded within the short day, Nor think they, nor care they, for death or old age. But pleasures, and fashions all their moments engage- They smile. They smile I Who smile ? The Humble and Wise, Who think of the grave, and pant for the skies; They would not live alwa r in sorrow and pain, But haste to the kingdom, thorc with Jesus to reign — They smile. The Babe's smile is but unconsciou.s gladness. The Reckless and Gay, their smile is but madness. But the Christian's smile shall never know sadness — They truly smile. 119 CALVARY. Dark was the six rm, and darker still The night of sorrow in my soul, When my proud mind, and stubborn will, Would not submit to God's control, But rose in might Against the light Which on me beam'd from Calv'ry's hill. The billow'd passions ebb'd and flow'd, On its rough tide all hope was lost, Temptation's fiercest tempest blow'd, Ana all my powers, thus tempcst-toss'd Shipwreck had made Without the aid Of Calv'ry's light which on me glow'd. My eye upon that light I plac'd, Its beams with hope inspir'd my heart, By it the way of life I trac'd, And then resolv'd with sin to part; 'Twas then T knew His promise true — With Calv'ry's light my foes I fac'd. By that blest ray I'll travel on Until I gain the world of bliss ; Now every cloud of doubt is gone. This is my hope, and only this : Christ died for mo On Calvary — Foundation sure to build upon. il I i A '11 H 120 li! il 1:1 THE FISHERMAN. Written in a Mrs. Merit's album, under a picture of an old man who was fishing, his basket hanging behind him on a tree. Have you, dear friend, pcrus'd the book, Which WALTON wrote beside the brook, Of pick'rel, perch, of chub and trout, And every fish we know about ? The *' Complete Angler " is its name, A work which gave old Izzak fame, Which critics say for merit true, Was ne'er exceil'd by only two Of all who wrote of every age, To grace old England's classic page. The man above, with line and hook, JMethinks is he who wrote the book ; And if it is, I surely wish *' Good luck," a basket full of fish. And if he has a *' mess " to spare, I hope he'll leave them in your care ; And when I come my friends to see, T hope you'll cook them all for me. Thus far the picture is my theme ; But now I turn to say. As life is passing as the stream, As transient as the meteor's beam. Be wise, be wise, to-day ; And seek a treasure in the skies, Where sacred firiendship never dies, And pleasures ever stay. 121 SABBATH SCHOOL. My father is a teacher kind, He scholars has a plenty, He prays for all, and talks with each, Though they arc more than twenty. But I too had a teaching turn, And lov'd the children's prattle ; I loved to see them uniform, And hate to lie, and tattle. The Sahbath came ; my father smil'd, I could not be resisted, But oflF I went to Sabbath school, And as a teacher 'listed. I taught my class the Gospel way. Sang tunes, both loud and charming, But found indeed the teacher's task Requir'd a heavenly arming — To meet the foe of God and man. By Robert Rakes made raving — Requir'd an arm made strong by grace, A heart, all dangers braving. But I am glad that I became A t^iuchcr bold and daring, By grace prepar'd to meet the foe, No pains or labor spariog. 1 f R1 122 4- MY HOME, A FRAGMENT, It stood iilone upon a hill, A lovely little cot, The nearest was a fulling mill. If I have not forgot ; Two miles below a pretty church, Beside a shady grove Of beach and maple, pine and bircli, A shelter for the drove. Above, a mountain steep and high In simple grandeur rose, Obscuring half the northern sky. And white with winter's snows ; Far on the left a shining pool. From thence a rippling brook RoU'd gently on so clear and cool, A -winding course it took, Until it reach'd the mill near by, And then awhile it st.iy'd, Until the water rose so high. That o'er the dam it play'd ; Upon the right the rustling corn, And pastures fair and green. Where late at night and early morn. The farmer boy was seen. Some other things I now forget ; For long, long time ago, It is since I and Juliette, Liv'd in that cot so low. 123 WHY SHOULD YOU WEEP? Consolatory lines, addressed to parents who had been bereared of both of their children. Why should you weep, fond parents, why ? Your lovely babes can no more die, They are with Jesus, in His arms, And smile, and sing with heavenly charms ; Though lovely here, yet lovelier there, 'Midst cherub hosts all shining fair, Their souls enlarg'd to angel size, With knowledge vast, like angels wise, Like angels, pure, like angels, bright — They shine in robes of living light. Why should you weep, dear parents, why ? Your smiling babes look from the sky ; They speak, ah I listen, how sweet, Afigelic tones, 'tis heaven complete. But list again — 'tis Frances E. Whose months on earth were only three ; She speaks, ah 1 hear her gently say " Come, parents dear, come, come away ; " A pause, and then in accents pure. List 1 hear 1 'tis Angelina sure, '-■H M 124 Nine months four days she sojourn'd here, Then left this clime so dark and drear j And with Elizabeth she cries, " Come, come, dear parents, to the skies," How can you weep, dear Edward, how ? Weep not, but in submission bow, With dear Elizabeth your spouse, Remembering all your sacred vows. Live here for God, then rest above With those dear babes you fondly love. And with them sing in heavenly strains, And walk with them those shining plains. Where tears, and sighs, and cares are o'er, And parting scenes are known no more. We have two babes with your's in bliss, I hear them sing while writing this j I hear them speak as oft before. And bid us w^ep for them no more ; We will not weep, we will not sigh, For our dear children in the sky. 1^ BOYS OF SWITZERLAND. Our cot was sheltered in a wood, And by a lake's green margin stood, A mountain bleak behind us frown'd. Whose top the snow in summer orown'd ; But pastures fair, and green to boot, Lay smiling at the mountain's foot, Here first we frolick'd hand in hand — Two orphan boys of Switzerland. When scarcely old enough to know The meaning of a tale of woe, 'Twas then by mother we were told, That father in his grave lie cold ; But livelihoods were liard to get. And we too young to labor yet, The tears within our eyes did stand — Two orphan boys of Switzerland. While yet too young, to plough, or sow. Or handle shovel, spade, or hoe. We told kind mother we would try To sow our field, with wheat, or rye ; But, ah I no seed could we obtain. For crops had fiiil'd for lack of rain, So still we liv'd on fish and bran— - Two half-starv'd boys of Switzerland. ,r t 111 -Tii 1 126 Worn down with grief, poor mother said " She could no longer eara us bread ; That we must for ourselves provide, And plough the ocean's stormy tide." But, ah ! the anguish we then felt ; Our youthful hearts with grief did melt, As mother gave the parting hand To her poor boys of Switzerland. 'I With throbbing heart, and falling tear. We left our home, and mother dear, With haste to Liverpool we went And shipp'd on board the fated '' Kent." Five hundred souls in all we found, To Ceylon's coast the ship was bound, We sail'd, and soon lost sight of land — Two sailor' boys of Switzerland. The wind a hurricane soon blew, And swiftly on our vessel flew, The mountain waves, all capp'd with foam, Brought sweet remembrance of our home ; But here no pastures green and fair. No mother's voice to soothe our care, 'Twas "watch and watch " we both must stand, Two sailor boys of Switzerland. 127 For many days the storm increas'd, Though sick, we could not be releas'd ; But run, and pull, aloft, on^deck, At our stern captain's ca , and becki Amid our toil, and youthful fear We thought of home, and mother deal*, "We seem'd to hear her voice so bland, Cheering her boys of Switzerland. ' ■' The captain's boast, the seaman's pride, '' Our noble ship" the storm defied, From wave, to wave, she track' d her way, Through fields of foam, and showers of spray And though around 'twas dark, and drear, Hope banish'd every rising fear ; As safe, as though by zephyrs fann'd We felt, brave boys of Switzerland. The storm increas'd for six long days. Nor sun, nor moon, shed forth their rays, The seventh, at noon, the sun appear'd, His presence every bosom cheer' d ; And soon we hop'd the sea again Would change from mountain wave to plain, And thus we both fair weather plann'd. Two storm-sick boys of Switzerland > i ; r 4' r.Sit w m t!! 128 But towering still the billows roU'd. Our mate with light went to the "hnldj '* Our greatest danger now had come — A cask had bilg'd, containing rum,' The mate misstepp'd, and dropp'd his light, Which did at once the rum ignite ; Quick rose the flame, a column grand, Around us boys of Switzerland. Now all on board was fear, and dread, From stem, to stem, the flames soon spread ; A distant ship beheld the flame. And quickly to our rescue came. And hundreds by their fforts nave, While many found a watery grave ; But God preserv'd us by His hand— We orphan -boys of Switzerland. We soon rern'h'd England's shore again, Not long, however, to remain ; On board another gallant ship. Out of the dock we gently slip. For Canton now our sails are spread. May Heaven, His blessing, on us shed. Protect us by His mighty hand. Mother to see — and Switzerland. 129 ALBUM KEPT ABOVE. DEDICATION OF AN ALBUM FOR A LADY. There is an album kept above, On its first page is written, Love, By Him, Who was the sinner's Friend, Whose love is boundless, knows no end. On pages of that Album fair, Stands every name who enters there. May yours, dear Dora, stand with those Who now are friends, but once were foes To Him, Who, with His blood did trace, Love, dying love, for all our race. May all, whose words of friendship true. Shall here be found inscrib'd to you. And all, who on this page shall look, With him, r/ho dedicates this book, Be written there, on Life's fair page, With those, of every, clime and age. hi *ii ■I if 111! 130 Ml ON THE DEATH OF THE HON. THOMAS D'ARCY McGEE, April 10, 1868. We saw tliee oft — we see thee still, As once thou stood'st, on freedom's hill, A conqu'ring chieftain, firm and bold, Clad, in the statesman's armor bright— To meet the enemies of right — Stronger than they a thousand fold. i We saw thee oft — we see thee still ; But not upon the battle hill, With helmet, buckler, shield and sword ; For death, thy foe, — a friend hath come, A messenger, to call thee home, To find in heaven, thy great reward. iiii ¥V We saw thee )ft — wo see thee still — • Thy presence comes without the will, But choice, detains, our welcome guest ; V/o listen to the notes of praise Which lipc, immortal, ever raise In that eternal land of rest. 131 Wc sec t!ice now, a conqu'ror crown' d, Midst hosts of conqu'rors clust'ring round ; And foremost, in that shining crowd, "We see thy compeers here in arms, With crowns of life, and conqu'ring pahus, They raise the song of triumph loud. O'Connell, Emmet, press thee near. Tone, Holt, and Gruttan too, appear, And all the Irish patriot band Whom, God hath call'd from earth away To their reward, in endless day, With such, of every age, and land. To see thee, Plunkett shouts anew, Fitzgerald, Burke, and Devereux ; O'Donnel, Curran, Flood, O'Shea, McNevin, Russell, — all unite To welcome thee, to realms of light — Our, honor'd, lov'd, and fam'd McGeo. We've seen thee in a bloodless strife Do battle, to the end of life, And seal, thy mission, with thy blood ! McGee— *' Peacemaker," '' Patriot," '' Friend " We deeply mourn thy tragic end, And grief drops, mingle in a flood. I.I h I' 'I 'I 132 Soon, will thy saored house of clay, To the cold tomb» be borne away, To wait the trump, of God, to sound ; Then rising from thy dusty bed, With Christ, our risen, glorious head. May we who live, with thee, be found. VJ.^ IMPROMPTU ON HEARING OF Mo( DEATH. The whole Dominion weeps for thee. Our honor'd, much lov'd friend, McGee, Could sighs, and tears, thy life restore We'd see thee in our midst once more ; But sighs, and tears, alas ! are vain, McGee — we ne'er shall se^ again. '^/S Our country mourns — McGee is dead I And o'er his bier, we freely shed The drops of deepest sorrow ; A star, of the first magnitude— A noble statesman, wise and good — « Will bo entomb'd to-morrow ! 133 THE SABBATH. Blest Sabbath, 'tis a day of rest, A day to treasure up for heaven ; The Spirit's power is felt to bless Alike, on this, as all the seven. M This hallow'd day inspires the soul With thoughts sublime, of Christ, our God ; Our spirits yield to love's control, And in affliction, own, His rod. In prayer, and praise, we raise our voice. Our hearts, aspire in solemn awe, Thy courts, are made our willing choice, To pay our vows, and hear Thy law. '.'in ! glorious typo, of perfect rest, Where, the soul's Sabbath ne'or shall end, Where praise shall swell, and prayer shall cease, And saints, enjoy the sinner's Friend. 134 TO TWO YOUNG MISSIONARIES. Brothers, what fired your youthful souls To leave this land of truth, and light, To go, where Sen 'gal's waters roll, Where heathen dwell, in moral uight ? Why have you left your parents dear, Your brothers, sisters, friends, and home, And drawn from all the parting tear — On Afric's, barren sands to roam ? Was it to find the golden ore. Or gather diamonds on the coast, To treasure up a costly store, And in your wealth return, to boast ? " 0, no ! " in warmth, I hear you say ; <^ 'Twas not for wealth we left our land. To spend the long meridian day On Afric's, burning, sterile sand; "But 'twas for this, and this alone — To preach, to them, a Saviour's love. To tell them, God, in Christ will own And bring thorn to His courts above — 135 *' Tell them in language heaven inspires, Ethiope shall stretch forth her hand, And raise to God, their hearts' desires, While mercy hovers o'er their land. <* To raise their minds from nature's night, To teach them science, reason, law. Teach them tlie fight, of Faith, to fight, And cease the bloody sword to draw. ;i .i > m iS *' 0, may we but these objects gain. And Christianize our sable friends, We'll welcome, sorrow, want, and pain, And toil, till life's short journey ends." PRISONER OF HOPE. Prisoner of hope, fresh courage take j Be not dismay'd, but travel on j The world, the flesh, and all forsake. For soon you'll be, where Christ is gone. Trust, then, in Jesus, humble saint, And, hoping, press the prize to gain j Weary, you need not be, or faint, But win, though in the conflict slain. M-\ 136 1 THE DYING YEAR— 1866. The dying year, how loud its voice To mortal man, " Prepare," Demands of him, the instant choice. Repentance, faith, and prayer. The youth, by it, is urg'd to flee The way of mirth and pride, And humbly bend the willing knee To Jesus crucified. i ( y The middle-ag'd, are call'd to spend The vigor of their days In duties, which shall only end When prayer, shall end in praise. To age, the call is louder still ; Demands, without delay Submission, to their Maker's will Before another day. * To all, it speaks in thunder tone. And says, *' To-day be wise, To-day, your God, your Saviour, own, Now, ere this moment flies," 137 The clock has struck the hour of ten, Fast dying is the year, Two hours remain, and noiseless then The New One may appear. But thousands now, who hope to see The first of sixty-seven. Will be in vast eternity, In hell, or blissful hoav'n I m ii iPI STREAM OF LIFE. The stream moves on with steady flow, And seeks its level far below, Nor tarries then, for in the ocean, It still moves on, and never rests. But 'midst the billowy commotion From north to south, from east to west, Moves ever, to and fro. The stream of life, soon, f con will end And death shall sever friend, from friend, But for a season — shall it be ; For yonder, in that ocean vast, Eternity's unbounded se i Greeting of friends, shall ever last, And pleasure^ never end. ^il 1 o 8 li! I 8 i BREAK-HEART HILL. I am not positive that the following narrative of the Maiden of Break-Heart Hill is as the facts were related. I write from memory, and have given them nearly, I think, as I had them from a friend in Ipswich. In Ipswich, Massachusetts, is a hill, called Break-Heart, which derived its name from the circumstance of a maiden of Ipswich, who eat on its brow a part of each day, and sometimes whole d»ys together, for many months, watching for the signal of her lover, who was captain of a war vessel belonging to the English navy during the war of the Revolution. He had been ordered to another station for a season, and expected to return in a few months and marry the lady. He was to give a particular signal, which she looked for in vain, for he fell in battle, and sh«, from disappointment and exposure, sickened, pined away, and died. On a lone cliff, wheve surges roughly beat, A maiden wander'd with a troubl'd soul. No noble ship her steady gaze did greet, And onward still, the stormy waves did roll For many months, she sought one ocean's side. And morn, and noon, and night, with anxious eye, She gaz'd to see, upon the briny tide, Her William's ship, then gave the heartfelt sigh. 139 Twice had the sun, his northern tropic seen, Since her dear lover left her fond embrace. Yet, on the cliff, she every day had been ; Through snow, and sleet, you might her footsteps trace. Though others had no hope, yet her fond heart, Still hop'd in frenzy, bord'ring on despair ; And when she slept, she in her dreams would start. And cry, He comes ! he comes ! I see him there ! 5} |( He came not ever, but in battle fell ; But death soon came, and set her spirit free j And where her body lies, many will tell, If you to Ipswich go, and wish to see. . n In memory of the maiden, and her woe. They call it Break-Heart Hill, where once she sigh'd. The very rock where lone she sat, they show. On which she gladly would have lain and died. /■IJ 140 \ LET ME GO. '* Let me go ! let me go ! " the words of the dying, The spirit all plum'd, for a flight, to the skies ; But fetters of earth on its pinions were lying, As upward to glory it waited to rise. There came a bright angel, from God, with the token, That now all those fetters aside should be laid — The silver cord loosen' d, the golden bowl broken ; Then joyful, the summons, the spirit obey'd. O'er the clay remaining, In anguish were bending The lov'd ones, who wept, that life's last sands were run ; They heard not the song, of the freed soul ascending. They saw not the crown, and the rest it had won ! "Weep not for the dust, that in darkness must moulder, Consign'd in its freshness, and bloom to the sod ; The cold arms of death, shall soon cease, to enfold her. And give back their trust in the likeness of God. But where the destroyer, ne'er wing'd his dread arrow, And tears never fall, for the early deplor'd — Beyond the dark grave, and its portals so narrow, You shall meet, the lov'd, at the feet of her Lord ! 141 \i 1 INSTALLATION HYMN. Composed for the occasion of Installing Rev. S. Remington, m Pastor over the Village Baptist Church, Fitchburg, Mass., 1846. Eternal Father ! source of love ! Incline thine ear in mercy now, And grant the blessing from above, For which, we at thy altar bow. h W i God of the sacramental host ! Send down thy pure baptismal flame, As on the day of Pentecost When thousands bow'd to Jesus' name. lU On this, thy servant, pour thine oil j His great commission, now renew, That he with willing heart may toil. Proclaiming all thy gospel true, As the good shepherd leads his sheep In pastures green, by waters still j So may he lead, and ever keep This flock, from every threat'ning ill. if n -'i'i m 142 May sinners tremble at thy word, Which he shall faithfully declare, And hundreds, soon in praise, be heard, Who here, shall in thy mercy share. i^if' And when his voice is heard no more. And dust, to dust, shall turn again ; May he on Canaan's blissful shore, With this dear people ever reign. ! Command thy blessing now on all Who wait in faith, thy power to fee And on thy servant, we install. Place thou thine own eternal seal ! 143 CHILD AND FLOWER. How fading are all earthly things I Each joy, its train of sorrow brings ; Pain follows ease ; tears follow joys, And Death, the brightest hope destroys. I've seen the flower of choicest bloom Wither, beside a lov'd one's tomb ; No more its beauty blest the sight. No more its fragrance gave delight. I saw that lov I one, bright and fair, A child he was of beauty rare ; But Jesus, sent His angel band, Who bore him to a fairer land — A land where all is life, and joy. Where the freed spirit finds employ. In hymning songs, of sweeter tone Than angel's harps, have ever known. Unlike the flower, which lives no more, Your lov'd one lives, on life's blest shore ; And when you reach that heavenly plain That son, shall smile on you again 1 Dry, then, those tears, — why should you weep For one, whom Love Divine shall keep — A treasure, purchas'd with the blood Qf ^he dear, suffering, Son of God 7 144 fill i: i \ TO MY SISTER HANNAH. Dear sister Hannah, should a tear Fall from thy brilliant eye, Thou hast a friend, warm, and sincere, In him, 'twill cause a sigh. Should pleasure on thy visage play, And health, and wealth attend. Pleasure to him it will convey. Who always is your friend. Where'er, kind Providence directs, May you submissive go, Safe, if His mighty hand protects. On Afric's sand, or Greenland's snow. The blank remaining in your book, * Express.es what I can't reveal, I have not ohang'd in thought, or look, Though you have chang'd, to " Teel.'* Excuse my rhyme, and metre too. Excuse all fault? likewise ; Regard me now, as ever, true Till death dissolve the ties. * I aaked the favor to write in her book, She smiled like an angel, and said " Yes," with a look : Then I wrote as I felt, and fiilt as I wrote, Auu a blankj with my namo, was the whole of my note. 145 GO, DEAR GIRL. To the same ; on her leaving home for a distant land. Go, dear girl, where fortune leads you, With the blessing of a friend, Trust in God, Who daily feeds you, He will all your steps attend. Go to distant lands a stranger. Fur from friends, who love you dear, O'er the ocean, fear no danger, God is there, as well as here. When, far oflF, your feet shall wander, May your paths, be paths, of peace, While on pleasures past you ponder, May bright hope your joys increase. If wc ne'er again shall mingle In the social circle sweet. Hearts like ours, cannot be single. But as one, shall ever boat. Must I shed the tear of anguish, Must I give the parting hand. Must I here in sorrow languish, While you roam a distant laud ? Go, sweet girl, the word is spoken ; Go, you must, 'tis duty's call ; Go, but take this simple token. Wet with tears, which freely full 1 if. m X'U / 146 111 ON A DEAR BROTHER. may the green turf lightly press That lovely, manly, youthful form ; That heart, and hand, so prompt to bless, While erst with life, and feeling warm. Thou need'st no monumental stone, Thy merits to emblazon forth. For all to whom thy name is known, Are living records of thy worth. Thy bosom was the hallow'd shrine Of justice, charity, and truth ; In thee, did every virtue shine, And every grace, adorn'd thy youth. Friendship with thee, was not a name — A flickering light, by interest fed ; But as sublime, and pure a flame As burns around a seraph's head. Philanthropy, it fill'd thy soul With love, for all the human race, And could thy arms have clasp'd the whole. The whole, had shar'd, thy wjirm embrace. But, ah I thou'rt gone, on earth no more Shall wo behold our much-lov'd friend, Hope bids us sock thee, on that shore Where d^ath Quij't sever; bliss can't eud| 147 WATER HILL. A TUNE OP MY OWN COMPOSING. Free from the busy scenes of life, The noise of war, the senate's strife, The empty sound of rising fame, And heroes, bleeding for a name — Grant me, Powers Supreme, a place Where all those jarring tumults cease, Have just enough to bear me o'er The stage of life, not rich, or poor; ; But blest, amid some rural scenes, Of purling streams, and flowery greens, Enraptur'd rove, and there enjoy What man can't give, and can't destroy. What music is it strikes my car, And all my powers in raptures thrill, Ah I me, it is our Lucy dear, Chanting the tunc, call'd, " Water Hill." 'I ■ ; II ■• tii I ' ' f She pours it forth in molting strains. In notes so full, and smooth, and shrill, It surely every paiision chains. That lovely tune, call'd, << Water IliU." 148 I've wish'd for months that song to hear, Its rural scenes and purling rill, But little thought the time so near. To hear her lips sing " Water Hill." At mom, or noon, or dusky eve, When all is noise, or hush'd and still, My ear is ready to receive The charming notes of " Water Hill." If passion rages in my breast. Or sorrow, my poor heart should fill. Nought will restore my wonted rest Like soothing, melting " Water Hill." Music, 'tis said, ** The Lion chains," It chains the lion of the will, Powerless am I, to hear those strains. Blended so sweet in '' Water Hill." 149 THE RETURNED FAIR ONE. Long days, and months have roll'd away, Since her departure from our home, Nor longer could dear Lucy stay, But, wild with joy, she's smiling come. Sarah rejoic'd to hear her voice, And Abigail, with pleasure smil'd, Phedora blush' d, the Fair one's choice, And Samuel, with joy was wild. From morn till noon, from noon till night, Her voice in sweetest music broke, Her countenance, so fair, and bright. Still sweeter, than her language spoke. Though cold had been the winter's day, Yet lovely spring with her return'd, December was as bright as May, The fire itself, more briskly burn'd. And has she come, to go again. Again, again, so Foon to part. Must pleasure yield, so soon, to pain, And wake the sorrows of the heart ? Yes, she must go, and say '^ good bye," To those dear friends who love her well ; The girls will weep, the boy will sigh, And all will feel, what none can tell. m 150 1^ I FOR AN ALBUM. To friendship sacred, and to love, This little volume shines, May thrills of joy your bosom move When you peruse its lines. May no unhallow'd, trifling themes ltd pages e'er disgrace. No fancy's fleeting, fading dreams Within it find a place. May true affection, here express 'd. Pleasure impart to thee^ And on its pages ever rest Refin'd simplicity. Devoted to your happiness. May all your friends prove true. And here permit me to express The love I feel for you* And when these pages you review. And this shall meet your sight. Be pleased, its meaning to construe In love, then all is right. 151 FRIENDSHIP. Written at the age of fourteen. — 1818, When blest with health, and prospects fair, We pluck from nature's rich parterre, The choicest flowers, which blossom there, How blest with friendship. But when with wasting sickness pale, We find no pleasures in the vale, And all our fairest prospects fail, Then dear is friendship. If foes unite to do us harm, With bitter words and threats alarm, How highly then we prize the arm Of constant friendship. ! friendship, friendship, heavenly name, Sure from the skies to earth it came ; Better than honor, wealth, or fame, Is sacred friendship. Friendship, thou balm of earthly woes. And solace to the troubled breast. It melts the heart of stoutest foes, And by this tie we all are blest. r\ 152 i Friendship, thou daughter of the sky, Sweet aid to happiness below, Within thine arms, let me lie. And never fr jm thy bosom go. I hate ambition's haughty pride, And griping avarice X hate, Friendship my portion, trust, and guide- Let friendship ever on me wait. A THOUGHT. How sweet to think on those we highly prize, To whom we're bound by friendship's sacred ties ; How long, and tedious, is the halting year. The days as weeks, and months as years appear, When those wo love, we anxious wait to see, We wish weeks hours, and years, as weeks to be. We think of those we love, beyond the tomb. And hope to see them in eternity, Then death is robb'd at once of half its gloom, We pant to see that clinic, from sorrow free, And meet those friends, deck'd in immortal bloom. 153 THE MONUMENT. Unletter'd pile, rehearse thy tale, Why thou dost stand in giant pride, 'Mid storms of thunder, wind, and hail. Which rush against thy naked side, . Why wilt thou stand in silence there j To us, to all, thy hist'ry hide. f: But, hark ! a voice of awful sound, Like mutt'ring thunder rolls along ; It rends the air, and shakes the ground, It moves a mighty tempest strong. And speaks of " Tumult, blood, and fire, A nation's right, and nation's wrong." Ah ! now I read thy hist'ry plain. Thou art a monument of war. How men oppress'd, threw off the chain. And curs'd oppression did abhor. And view'd the boon of liberty, A blessing, worth contending for. 1/1 154 WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN. IMPROMPTU ON HEARING A YOUNG LADY SAY '* SHE WISHED SHE HAD NEVER BEEN BORN ! " Would'st thou be happy, and be blest With peace of mind, and constant rest, Obey the voice of sober truth, And seek religion in youth. Make Christ your choice, His kingdom gain. And let your lips. His praise proclaim ; Conform your life to all His laws, With all your heart, espouse His cause. At home, abroad, where'er you be, Remember, Jesus died for thee ; With cheerful smile, and calm content, Your years in pleasure shall be spent ; And when your span of life is o'er, And golden moments all -^.re gone, You'll reign with Christ for evermore. And praise Him that you e'er loas horn. 155 NEW ENGLAND CONFERENCE. Lines on an annual conference of the M.B. Church, in Ljnn, Mais. The seasons, they have roU'd around, And meaaur'd off the toilsome year : Again we've met, on sacred ground To bless, and soothe, with smile, and tear. Yes, sacred ground, where Asbury met. For the first time, that faithful band ; Who toiled, through heat, and cold, and wet, To cultivate Emmanuel's land. 1 i i I^K f ' ^^B \3' vS ' h W' ji IB 4^ ' IB' '■ 1 H ? .1 '! ; 1 I ^ I MQ . I- •' !-"■ Yes, where they met, in holy zeal ; New England Conference meets again ; They form'd it then, and fixed its " Seal;" It lives, — but none of them remain ! Then one, that small — the field was wide ; Now five, each large, — the field the same ; From northern lakes, to ocean's tide, Connecticut, to State of Maine. 156 ■ ill Here Asburj, Allen, Casden, Lee, Baynor, and Smith, in counsel sweet j With burning zeal, in harmony, Their Conference business did complete. Then not a score, but hundreds now Preach the dear Saviour, through the land : And tens of thousands with us bow In praise, and prayer, at God's command. May zeal, and love, in us increase ; The love of souls, our spirits fire : And when we from our labor cease To Jesus go — our heart's Desire. Another year of toil, and care, Hath mov'(i in rapid flight away. But God hath listen 'd to our prayer. And lengthen'd out, our life's short day. Again in Conference to appear, And bless Him, for the bygone year. He hath our many wants supplied j Upheld us with His gracious hand While we have wander' d far, and wide. To cultivate Emmanuel's landj To scatter seed, both far and near. And reap, the harvest of the year. 167 We've seen backsliders turn to God And give, we trust, their wand' rings o'er : Unfaithful souk, have felt His rod, And trembling, fled, to mercy's door ; And thousands, who had '' Ears to hear. Have bowed to Christ, within the year. '» 1 IMPROMPTU ON A WORDY DEBATE ON TEMPERANCE. Never, never, how fearful ; Never, can we all unite In one idea, free, and cheerful, If that idea, should be right. Milton says, in world of sorrow, '' Spirits damn'd, sweet concord hold." If such concord, we could borrow, And for truth, be firm, and bold ; Soon we'd conquer all our foes, None would stand the truth to oppose. it A 158 ADVICE TO A LAD. Henry, be good, and love the Lord, Study, and learn, His holy Word ; Shun every sinful path; and snare, By seeking God, with fervent prayer. Chose those who love the way of truth To be companions of your youth ; And never fear, but to offend The God of Love, your constant Friend. i« Honor, and love, your parents dear ; For you, they've shed the parent's tear ; For you, they've spent the night of care; For you, they've wrestled long in prayer. When they are old, their hearts make glad. And to their comfort, daily add : So, shall you please, the Gcd of Grace, And to your life, add many days. 159 TEMPERANCE SONG. Husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, Sons and daughters, sisters, brot'iers, Met again to talk and sing, And mike the Hull of Temperance ring To help each other in the ''cause" By moral suasion, not with laws. Let us hear from one, and all A speech against King Alcohol : Let him in any dress appear — Rum, gin, cider, brandy, beer ; Thus help each other in the "cause" By moral suasion, not with laws. Ladies, sing a temperance song, And cheer us in our work along ; Draw us on to do our duty Not alone with love, and bounty : Help us in our sacred '' cause" With lip persuasion, not with laws. Soon, the victory shali be won, TemporanQe' st.tr, shall blaze a sun To illumine every land ; Then we'll shout a happy band, And sustain the Temperance " cause" AVith nu>ral suasion, and with laws. i I -1 ■,»^H HI m In ^3 ' ■M •.i M 1 160 AN EPISTLE TO MY ELDEST DAUGHTER AND HER HUSBAND. Dear Sarah, and James, I am living is yet, Though I think oftentimes, my sun a all soon set. If I live to the two-and-twentieth oftiUne, I shall have passed, by one year, my century's noon. A long period indeed, of sorrow, and care ; Which has wrinkled my brow, and wh tened my hair ; Which learned me true wisdom,, by me "cy divine, I've a bright hope of heaven, *' For Jesis is mine." May you, my dear children, think much of my Friend, Whose mercy is constant. Whose love knows no end. His presence, now brightens my dark ho irs of life, Though dcpriv'd of dear parents, childreii, and wife ; And Who in death's vale, 'midst its darkaess and gloom, Will lighten my pathway, and sweeten my tomb, He's your father's dear Friend, then love Him for this ; When life shall have paised, we will share in His bliss. I love the old Bible ; I read with delight Its truths, in the morning, at noon, and at night From February the ninth, eighteen fifty-three, To Judith's birthday, the last one that she see ; Three times, have I read, every chapter, and line. And every day felt, its Great Author was mine. n I 161 In the thirteen short days, from last March the third, I read it again, every chapter, and word, Now fcr the fifth time, I am reading with care. The old, blessed Bible, with watching, and prayer. I work hard, earn little, but will not complain, For others work harder, in weakness, and pain, And get less than my little, yet are content, Though at the year's end, every dollar is spent ; While I have laid by three hundred, perhaps more. With a prospect this year to double my store. r-3 Q: ■!:■ I now live in fine style, as soon you will see, No cakes, and no pies, neither coffee, nor tea, No eggs, and no meat, neither cabbage, nor peas ; But simply my apples, bread, butter, and cheese : In addition to this, my short "bill of fare," I name but two others, cold water, and air. I sleep calmly, seven hours, in each twenty-four, So soundly, I question, if even I snore. I fear, my dear children, your patience will tire, So briefly, will say, I have not a desire For many a thing, which was once my delight, And deprive myself of them, — am I not right ? For my health, as a whole, is better by far, Then when fed from fryiug-pan, kettle, and jar. ... St. ) 162 I dress like a gentleman, though I am poor ; Which tailors will not complain of, I am sure, If they get their pay, and ask quite a " round " price. They care not, how costly I dress, or how nice. 1 meddle with politics so fur, I think As will overthrow Popery, Slavery, and Drink. No farther than this, and I have a good hope, America ne'er will be ruled by the Pope ! I still read much beside, the Precepts of Trnth, The speeches of Webst-^r, of Mann and Kossuth ; And other great men, who are living, or dead Who stand, or have stood, at humanity's head. i I study the arts, and find Pleasure Therein, From the tubular bridge, to a needle or pin. Am still fond of science, and often at night, I view the fair moon, and the stars, with delight ; Does a comet appear ; or lights of the pole ; Do lightnings flash forth, or the hoarse thund ^r roll ; It is then, I'm all eye, or else, I'm all ear ; For both give me pleasure, to sec, or to hear. I rove with the botanist o'er the green field, And pluck herbs, whose virtues, their thousands have heal'd, 163 I talk with the chemist, and curious things learn, Of simples, and compounds, that freeze, or that burn. Dear James and S., — since I last saw your faces, I have seen many things, and wonderful places ; To tell you of which, I must write a large book, Much larger, than Izzak's, he wrote by the brook. I've seen the great ocean, and rivers and lakes, Niagara too, with its thunders, and quakes. I have seen tow'ring mountains, wonderful high. Whose heads seem'd to rear themselves up to the sky; And other great wonders, I will not relate In verse, or in prose ; will you patiently wait 'Till I see you again, and then I will tell What I now, cannot, with my pen, quite as well ? I've seen the three kingdoms, and also their kings. The Lion, and the Oak, and Gold Diamond rings. And queens I have seen, not Queen Vic. but queen Bee- The good Queen of England, I yet hope to see. ' 3 IBi ■ f fs mi 1 II 1 • A ' 1 '■ them, ever reign'd ; And whcsre their compeers are but few From (leiilile tribes, or favor'd Jew. .1 *:i 176 From those inspired, we turn our eyes To hosts, who fain would win the prize, And drink from the Castilian fount, And higher climb the sacred mount. But few alone, of all that throng, Have climb'd, as high, the mount of song And fewer, who its summit climbs With measur'd lays and pleasing rhymes. Isaiah, of all the bards of yore, Had one compeer, perhaps no more ; A Homer with heroic strains ; Of uninspir'd, the king L ■ lo.gns: Nor can we ever hope to scan Superiors, to this wond'rous man. His genius, moulds the thought to form ; His fire, imparts the life-blood warm ; Endows with powers to speak, and move. Passions to hope, and fear, and love ; His is indeed a model verse, Simple, descriptive, strong, and terse. He >(< )K >i( Of others, who the lyre hath strung, Many have well, have sweetly sung. Distinguish'd by their ttdents rare Virgil, and Ovid, praise must biiu* . *' 177 Had Homer died when he was young, Or rather, had he never sung, Virgil, methinks, had claim'd his place, For lines of vigor, beauty, grace, Flow'd from his pen, as rivers flow, Refreshing all the plains below. His place is high, by merit higher Except the king's, than all the choir. * * * * •1 . i; i 1 i 1 i M|] • ( A RIDDLE. 1 rise early, and late, but seldom retire ; I can't rise in winter, without a good fire ; I grow, while I'm risinL, but stop when I'm up ; I never eat food, and once only I sup ; I love a good fire, then I'm lively, and light, Admir'd by my friends, I'm their constant delight. No stranger am I, though I tell a strange tale ; Tell my name, dear children, I think you W"on't fail. If you can't " guess " the above — '' Cast your bread up- on the waters." rH (5 I i 178 i SUM MER'S EVE. The sun it gilds the western sky, The light recedes, the shades draw nigh, The clouds are ting'd with nature's dye, lovely summer's eve. The mind, with care and trouble toss'd, Weigh'd down with grief, with sorrow cross'd, Thy b»)aulies then to me are lost — Sweet, gentle summer's eve. But when the trials of the day, Have been beguil'd by friendship's swny ; Tia then with pleasure sure I may Enjoy the summer's eve. >m; I Along the bank of some smooth stream. Whose bosom shines with Luna's beam, I walk, and there on pleasure dream, Delightful summ(»r's eve. But, ah ! how short thy longest stay ; December st)on succvvds to May, The lengthen'd night, and shorten' d day — Farewell 'h ar -ammer'«eve if 179 FRIENDSHIP. Friendship, thou source of pleasure here, 'Tis thine to wipe away the tear, To soothe the pain, and calm the fear, Blest friendship. m I- I.- When sorrow bows the spirit down. And enemies with malice f' own, No other hand with joy can crown But friendship's. <^r,i When the rough storms of life arise, And adverse clouds obscure our skies ; 'Tis then thine aid we highly prize, Sweet friendship. FOB A MONUMENT. Creative power, spoke man from dust ; But sin. to dust did man consign ; Redeeming power, in which we trust, Sk&il raise again the sacred shrine. * ; t ' IV ft I 180 i: TO A YOUNG CLERGYMAN. Come, brother, come, prepare your voice To sound tlie Gospel clarion slirill ; Say to the sinner, ' Make your choice To-day, and all youi* vows fulfil." In melting tones, with fervent soul. Point them to Calv'ry's victim slain ; Whose blood will make their natures v^hole. And wash away, sin's deepest stain. If this will not affect the heart, And cause repentant tears to flow : Point them to Sinai's awful hart — Then to the burning pool below ! AVith motives drawn from earth, and hell, And heaven, — persuade them now to turn, And dare no longer to rebel, No longer^ lieaven, and Jesus spurn. awful thought, yet you must tell The truths of God, in language plain. The wicked must go down to hell ! To suffer there eternal pain ! Yes, you must speak as God requires, Nor fear, the face of dying man ; Speak boldly, words which He inspires, And rescue all the souls you can. 181 MY TALE IS TOLD. I'll Wcandcr on o'er hill, and dale, And t(;ll to all my mournful tale ; My tale of truth, though full of grief, I'll tell,— 'twill give my heart relief. I ,. s" !l I onee had friends, 1 lov'd them well ; Some true, and others false as heli ! I ' One was a man, who often said, << Come to my house, my table, ijod, And ever feel that mine, is yours. As long as waning life endures :" He from, my purse, has largi.'ly drawn ; And now I'm poor, he says, '' Begone." Another was a female friend Who kindly lov'd me to the End — The J!Jnd of wealth, I onee possessed ; When poor, she left me witli the rest. ■I I * J \ ^ ! ■ i \ m 182 Another was a lucky youth Though sick, and poor, (I opeak the truth) I took him to my home, and there Bestow' d on him, with kindness rare, The village school, and then the '' High," And then to College turn'd his eye, And when from thence he learned came. With one of talents, skill, and fame I paid his bills, three years or more, While he read Coke, and Blackstoue o'er ; I gave to him a lib'ry loo Of volumes rare, both old and new ; And last of all, a place procured, Where he a practice large sccur'd ; But now he's rich, and I am poor, He shuts against me heart, and door ! I had a wife, I lov'd her well, And she of me the same did tell : For many years she was my stay, But death hath taken her away ; And with her, all my children dear, O'er whom, I long have shed the tear. For years have fled with rapid haste Since my last child, a son, I plao'd In the cold grave ; and now alone I sigh in grief, in pain, I groan. 183 My j^>arents, brothers, sisters, too, Have paid the debt, to nature due ; And not a kindred now remains, Not one, to soothe my woes, and pains. A poor old man, I trembling stand, No friend, no kin, no house, no land : Without a shilling in my purse, And what to me is still far worse, — My health is gone, infirm, and old, My limbs are trembling with the cold ! A pittance give, my wants relieve. My thanks, and blessing, then receive. t . ^ 'I Yet let me add but one word more, You are the Lawyer, from whose door With broken heart, I turn'd awtsy Twelve long years since, this very day : The ^* Papers" publish'd me as '' dead," " He's gone," my neighbors all have said, But here I stand, sick, weak, and old, I sink ! I sink ! my tale is told. ^* {] 'If 1, •■ US The Lawyer's icy heart did melt, He humbly to the old man knelt. Whose falt'ring voice pronounced, " Forgive 1" Then do d his eyes, and ceas'd ^ live. IB -3,1 if "I ^1 ii k^2 iV 'h xO. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) y & / :/. .^V« ^3 ^^ <'<# . ^1p. fA :/, 1.0 l.i 11.25 Mum «— = '■■ lii 11 2.2 1.6 1.4 6" — Photographic Sciences Corpordtlon a& WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. I4S80 (716) 873-4503 ^ f\\^ f W ^ ^o ? ■ A* 1p. f/a k O^ ^ "^ 184 MODERN ISllAEL'S CAPTIVITY AND RELEASE. Our harps, alas ! untuned, unstrung, Have long upon the willows hung ; By the cold stream of turbid flow, Long have vre wept in deepest woe ! Far from the mount of holy song. We mourn, and cry, '' Flow long, how long?" How long, how long, shall Zion weep ? How long will God His anger keep ? speed the hour, in mercy speed, When Jadah's captives shall be freed; And Zion's Sons their harps shall string, And Zion's songs with rapture sing. But, hark ! a voice, 'tis from the skies, Jehovah calls, awake, arise ; No longer in thy bondage mourn, But to tliy native land return ; Thy walls rebuild, thy temple rear. And Me alone let Israel fear ? -v-C 185 Wa haste, great God, at Thy command, And wend our steps to Zion's land ; Our harps, re-strung, re-tuned again, Shall wake in song on Judah's plain. And vale, and hill-top shall resound, From Judah's minstrels all around. \: m Now safe within thy walls of peace, Jerusalem ; we will not cease God's law to love, His will to do, And morn and eve our vows renew ; Then God shall our protection be. And Israel ever shall be free I Salvation shall from Zion flow. The heathen then our God shall know * The tribes of earth His power shall own, And bow submissive to His throne • All '' kiss the Son," His anger stay, And hail the blest millennial day. 186 A POEM, WRITTEN FOR HALLOWE'EN, 18G6. Home of our sires, that peaceful land, Though distant, yet we love thee still ; Thy forests, lakes, and mountains grand, Thy names which hist'ry's pages fill. Thy manners, usages and arts — All, all, we prize with grateful hearts. We would not damp the feeling strong Which binds us to our country dear. Nor check the sentimental song Which prompts the smile or draws the tear; But arts and science now dispel The fairy throng, the magic sp'^U. ■! To deeper fix on mem'ry's page, We meet to keep our Hallowe'en ; Here vig'rous youth, and hoary age. With all the ranging years between, In one great crowd together meet, And kindly here each other greet. 187 No bonfires now with vivid blaze, No pealing hells salute our ears, No magic spells, spirits to raise, To fill the timid ones with fears ; But fires of love, true spirits warm, And lovely BELLES with music charm. The fairy bands we now out-speed. With messages of weal or woe, The swift-wing'd Puck no more w.; heed The circuit of the earth to go, For now, a,^ rapidly as thought, From distant climes th*^ news is brou^^ht. We still may burn in mirthful glee The nut which truth, nor falsehood tells, And in the glass we all may see Our beau, or lass, Tvithout the spells Which ne'er could give the visage true, Dagucrro now brings them to our view. Our Hallowe'en, with mirth, and mi». With science, literature, and art, We'll sacred keep, — and may it long Remain enshrin'd in every heart; With all its actiquateds pells, Which Burns in song so graphic tells. '.■\ ii ^ i' til r ill Tl-" I 188 Our native land, with every scene, We fondly treasure in our minds, And fondly love our gracious Queen, Whose virtues every subject binds; 0, may She long the sceptre wield, And God Her realm in mercy shield. And this, our Fair x\dopted Land, With rivers, lakes, and mountains vast; Protected, by Jehovah's hand. Her bright'ning prospects long shall last ; While flows her streams, or hills are green, We'll ne'er forijjet our Hallowe'en. A noble, God-like work is ours, ' To clothe, and feed, the suff'ring poor, To cheer the widow's lonely hours, Saint Andrew's Home to such secure ; With acts like these we ever mean Sacred to keep our Hallowe'en. AN EPITAPH. Return, dear friends, weep not for me ; Weep for yourselves, to Jesus flee ; And while you have the means of grace, Secure in Christ a hiding place. 189 THE OLD MAN OF THE QUILL. The following was written as a dunning article, and was insert- ed under the editorial heading of a temperance paper, which was the picture of an old man cross-legged, spectacles on eyes, books around him, while the editor himself was only a youth. The old man of the ouill leans back in his chair, And waits for an idea contentedly there ; For a practical idea, brilliant, and new, Is of greater value to him, or to you, Than whole volumes of trash, which comes from the press, Deriving their value from titles, or dress. Cross-legged he sits, and perhaps he's cross-eye'd, — If he is, the blemish his spectacles hide ; But one thing is quite certain, he sees very straight. Through Temperance concerns — the Church, and the State. His books pil'd around him, he doubtless has read, The contents of which, are all stor'd in his head. But these are a trifle, to what you would find, Could you but look in on the shelves of his mind ; There, in order complete, are works old and new. From Moses quite down to the latest Review. Yet with knowledge so vast, I "• guess," he sometimes Gets puzzled for ideas, as I do for rhymes. A wonderful man in this wonderful age, Must an editor be, to furnish a page, TT 190 ,; Which the many shall read, and all, shall admire, And pay for, as soon, as the " terms " shall require, But weekly, this veteran, sends out a sheet, So pleasing, so moral, instructive, and neat. That thousands peruse it, with care, and delight, And pay in advance for, — or fail to do right. But some are so careless, or wicked, I fear, As not to pay up, till the end of the year, And others, 'tis possible, do not pay then ; But such I should libel, by calling them men. For look at the picture, and see the old sire, — His feet nearly frozen for want of a fire, — His patience, a proverb, how could he endure So much suflf'ring, and toil, if he was not poor ? Come, pay up your bills, and relieve the old gent ; 1 fear, by his looks, his last dollar is spent. If human yoii are, just give proof of it now — Receive, in return, the old gentleman's bow. But stop, I've been talking about the old man, And puzzled my brain, more than puzzle he can, When I chanc'd, to look up, just over his head. And there in plain English this sentence I read — " John F. Coles, Editor," — I quick dropp'd my pen, Mistaken alone in the age of the men. 191 THE EXILE. He was guilty of rescuing a slave from cr^^^l bondage, and had to flee his country, or suflfer in prison, perhaps for years, or a life- time. He was not pious, but became a Christian from the Proyi- dence. 0, cursed slavery! Thanks to God, that it has been abolished in the British Empire, the United SUttes, and elsewhere. God grant, it may be soon, very soon, everywhere. Grief fester'd in his anguish'd heart. When justice stern bid him depart From all his friends, and happy home, - An exile o'er the earth to roam. His grief was follow'd by despair When home's last hill-top, green and fair. From distance far with ling'ring look He view'd, and his last farewell took ! No more, where childhood's hours were spent. Where at his will, he came, and went ; No more, where youthful sports, and plays, Gladden' d his heart in bygone days ; No more, where manhood's hopes, and fears, And changing scenes had mark'd his years. Shall he, with kindled eye, behold — No ! no ! his long adieu is told ! He turn'd away, then look'd again ; Then sank o'erwhelm'd with mental pain : One prayer he sigh'd — " Death, death, befriend ■ Hero let thi» life and anguish end,'* Vf.'J 192 'Tis midnisrlit's hour, he still is there, His hope holds conflict with despair ! The crescent moon, long in its wane, And twinkling stars, on night's broad plain, Tho' feeble, their united rays Were brighter than the noontide's blaze — Compar'd with hope's expiring flame. Which flick'ring went, and flick'ring came, In that sad hour, the chast'ning rod He felt was in the hand of God ! His sins of childhood, youth, and age, Before him rose, a darken 'd page, — He view'd, review'd, and ponder'd well The theme of judgment, heaven, and hell ! Bread Sinai's vivid flash, and peal, Arous'd his sinful heart to feel ; — He wept, and turn'd to Calvary — Its Victim was his only plea ; He claim'd, by faith, the atoning blood, By faith, became a child of God ! His heart still feelw, his pulse still beats, Though long depriv'd of rest, and meats, 0, that that head were pillow' d where It would not throb with pain, and care, He cannot now recall the past, And what he feels must ever last, 193 While beat« his heart, unless some friend, With kindness, bids that anguish end. He has no home ! no home ! no home ! And when will death's kind angel come To bid his spirit to his God — To see His smile, or feel His rod ? Years he may live, but shall they be Such long, dark years of mystery As those, he last, has sadly known, With blasted hopes so thickly strewn ? If so, no longer would he live. But to the deep, dark wave, he'd give The oflF'ring of his fading clay, Nor live to see another day ! But still he hopes, nor will he yield To dark despair, the doubtful field, Until again, he effort make The galling chain to loose, or break. '' Adieu !" he says, " these verses keep, Remember him, too sad to weep ; They speak the language of a soul Which only justice can console/' 194 A RIDDLE. I am coufia'd, and yet I'm free To travel river, land, or sea. I die to live, and live to die ; While life to others I supply. I am abus'd by all my friends, Ground down to dust to serve their ends. My foes employ my powers to kill. And make me vile against my will. Dear children, please to tell my name. Where I am found, from whence I came. The Apostle. Paul associated my name somewhere with '' Thou fool." A VERSE ON A TOMBSTONE. While living, never free from danger, Death must arrest thee, passing stranger ! Pause, then, a moment on this sod, And here, prepare to meet your God ! 195 A REPROOF. Stepping one day into a clergyman's study in the basement of his church, and very much exposed, I found his valuable gold pen lying carelessly on his table. 1 took it up, and wrote ihe following : — If Bristol lives a few years more, He'll see what he ne'er saw before , And know, what he has never known ; But if he lives, just as he should, Much will he do for public good, And not for public good alone. Those ^' bumps " above, behind his ear, Such courage gives, he knows no fear, But meets, and conquers every foe ; May he be humble, fii^m, and true, And do, whatever God says '' do," While trav'ling through this vale of woe. .^11 I've tried your pen, and find it good ; But had you done, just as you should. You would not left it lying here, As a temptation to the weak ; Who might have come., " perchance," to seek Your prayers, or sympathetic tear. IH THE INFIDEL. Shrouded in darkriGss, see the man, Who never reads God's holy Word ; Who never view'd the wond'rous plan Of bringing rebels back to God. No love, no joy, no clieering light, No happiness, no peace of mind, No hope, no faith, no prospects bright In all his gloomy path we find. The ox, the ass, to reason blind, Discovers full as much as he. Whose thoughts, words, acts are all combiu'd To oppose God's Word, and plain decree. The swelling tide of sin's fall flood, Its pain, its sorrow, and remorse. Oh ! How unlike the smile of Gc 1, The easy burden of the Cross. AVhut pains, forebodings, awful glooms, The souls who sin are doom'd to feel : Led like the blind among the tombs, On ruin's brink, they tott'king reel, 197 Without the Saviour, fearful state, Expos'd to death, eternal death, They who have sinn'd, until too late To pray— but curse with latest breath I 0, Saviour ! keep my heart from sin, And lead me on in Wisdom's way, Till I the crown of life shall win. And sing Thy praise in endless day. ON A FRIEND'S MONUMENT. Here fond affection sheds the tear O'er him, the husband, father, friend ; Soon other friends shall linger here, And o'er our graves in sorrow bend. 198 A WIDOW'S THANKS. Composed for a widow with four young children,— to give to lady wh'^ had supplied her wants. An angel's hand, an angel's eye, With pity fill'd, hath hus.i'd the sigh Of a poor widow in distress : — Whose orphan children are her store — Two girls, two boys, from twelve to four, Without a father's hand to bless. kindest, best, of all my friends, How can I ever make amends For all the favors thou hast shown ? No recompense can I bestow ; But in my breast I feel a glow, Of purest gratitude, alone. May heavenly joy, and heavenly peace, Be thine in time, and never cease, A »d may we meot in bliss above, Wl le life eternal, shall be given, To all who do the will of Heaven, And as themselves, their neiuhbors love 199 DRINK THE MAD'NING BOWL NO MORE.'* ''Drink I will, for drink I may, Late at night or early day, Brandy, cider, ale, or gin ; Drink I may, 'tis not a sin, For they are God's creatures good- Needful as our daily food. Drink I will, for drink I can, Yet remain a sober man ; Others may, but I cannot Ever be a drunken sot I Prudently I take my cup, V/hen I breakfast, dine or sup. " Drink T may, I can, I will, Precious liquor from the * still ;' For it drives dull care away, Turns the darksome night to day ; Makes me noble, rich, and kind ; Wakes my senses, fires my mind. *' Drink I will, for drink I must; Money gone, I'll drink on ' trust ;' Credit gone, I'll pawn my cont. Freeze my back to warm my throat ! Stop I cannot, 'tis too late, Drink I must, or death's my fate ! '' U- 1 fi III "T" 200 "i>rinkj poor fellow, drink no more, Hope has opened wide a door," Cries the pledg'd cold-water man ; " Surely, if you will, you can Leave your cups and happy be ; Sign the pledge, and shout, ' I'm free 1' " '* Prink again I never will I" Cries the victim of the "still." " Stop I can, the pledge I'll sign, Farewell brandy, cider, wine ; Blind I was, but now I see ; Pledg'd I am, and now I'm free !" "Drink the mad'ning bowl no more!" Let it sound from shore to shore ; Sons -and Daughters, old and young, Let it swell from every tongue ; Washingtonians we'll bo, Bound by that which makes us free ! Let us drink the water cup, When we breakfast, dine, or sup ; When at marriage feasts we meet. When long absent friends we greet ; Friendship's token let it be, Healthful, pleasant, pure and free I 201 ON THE DEATH OF REV. G. PIOKERING. I've seen thee oft — I see thee still, As once thou stood'st on Zion's hill A conqa'ring chieftain, firm and bold, Clad in thy Gospel Armor bright, To meet the rebel sons of niuht. Stronger than they a thousand fold. I saw thee oft — I see thee still, But not upon the buttle-hill, With helmet, buckler, shield and sword ; For death, thy foe, a friend hath come, A messenger to call thee home To Jesus, thy All-Conqu'ring Lord. I saw thee oft — I see thee still, Thy presence comes without the will, But choice detiins mv welcome sjuest • I listen to thy notes of praise, Which lips immortal ever raise In tliy eternal land of rest. ' I see thee now a conqu'ror crown'd, 'Midst hosts of conqu'rors clust'ring round And foremost in that shining crowd, I see thy compeers hero in arms. With crowns of life, and conqu'ring palms They raise the song of triumph loud. 3} if 'i "Iff 202 Wesley and Fletcher press thee near, Coke, Clark, and Watson too, appear, ' And v\\ the English Wesleyan band Whom God hath call'd from earth away To their reward in endless day, With those of every age and land. To see thee Asbury shouts anew, M'Kendree, George, and Roberts too, Whatcoat, and Emory, Fisk, and Lee, Ostrander, Merritt, all unite To welcome thee to realms of light — Thee, vet'ran, sainted Pick'ring, thee. I saw thy sacred house of clay Laid where the living all must lay, Until the trump of God shall sound ; Then, rising from its dusty bed, With Christ, our glorious, risen Head, May we, who live, with thee be found. We saw thee oft, but never more Shall we behold thee on the shore Of time, where still we toil and fight ; But soon the heralds of the Crosp, Who now for Christ count all things loss. Shall dwell with thee in realms <^'' '''rbt. lii; 203 THE CARS OF TIME. The cars roird up, then swift away They haste without a moment's stay ; Too late — and then, with mental pain, He sees far off the flying train. TTow plainly mark'd are all things here With disappointment, hope, and fear; But iear, sure founded, gains the day, And drives all earthly hope away. But in the humble Christian's soul. Fear yields to conqu'ring hope's control • And disappointment finds no place In him, who trusts God's saving grace. Tlie Cars of Time, in rapid flight Move on, as day succeeds to night, Two cars, two only, form its train — Salvation one, one Sin and Shame I Death is the Depot, where we haste, And waiting there, for all who waste Their golden moments, stands Despair, To claim his victims, none to spare I leave the car of Shame and Sin ; Step o'er the platform, come, come in, And run life's track, and glory gain ; Then with our Great Conductor reign. m' 1 204 A HYMN. "Written by request, for the new Hymn Book of the M. E. Church, the publishers having none of this metre in their collection. Divine Instructor, Lord, We trust Thy sacred Word, And ask in faith Thy presence here. Collected in Thy name, We now Thy promise claim ; Lord in our midst to bless appear. Appear, with conqa'ring love, And all our spirits move To humble, holy, rapt'rous praise : For hearts, by grace made pure, For hopes of heav'n secure, And all the wonders of Thy grace. We wait for heav'nly food j We wait to be renew'd With strength, which Thou alone canst give, With faith, and hope, and love, That, harmless as the dove And wise as serpents, we may live. 205 Then shall our lips confess Thy power divine to bless, To pardon, and to cleanse from sin; l^Iany shall see and fear, And shed contrition's tear. And run with us iie prize to win. Jesus, the grace impart To make us pure in heart, That we may see, and know our God, And walk the narrow way, Which leads to endless day, The holy pathway prophets trod. We groan to be set free From sin, and self, to flee For full redemption in Thy blood. Thy blood can cleanse from sin, And make all pure within ; Help, and we plunge the purple flood. il ,1 ^5, I f if ON A FATHER'S GRAVESTONE. Call not this spot a place of gloom, Ah i no, it is my father's tomb. "■fT I : M 'I 1 206 MAN FROM EDEN WANDERING. To man from Eden wand'ring, To man the prey of sin, While o'er his sorrow pond'ring, When all was dark within, The promise of salvation, In love divine, was given. Which rais'd to admiration. His soul in praise to Heaven. His heart, the seat of sadnesa, Is now the seat of joy ; His Ijosom swell'd with gladness. Delight without alloy. The hopes of brighter glory Now wean his soul from earth ; He loves the Old, Old Story Of Christ, and the New Birth. No longer now in sorrow, He treads the thorny way ; He sees a brighter morrow, And hails the joyous day. m THE SABBATH SCHOOL. The Sabbath school, we love it well; We love it for good reasons ; 'Twas there we learn'd the way to heaven, And had most blessed seasons. At early morn we rise for prayer, We thank the Hand that blesses, We read, and sing, then haste to school. In our clean Sunday dresses. Our teachers smile to see us come. They bid us each good morning ; We say our lessons, then we list To kind advice, and warning. We love the school, the Sabbath school, For there we found a treasure; It gives us joy to think of it. The Sabbath school of pleasure. Let others roam, and waste the day, They have a night of sadness ; But those who keep God's holy way, Have nights and days of gladness. -it ,.j J -1 ■I 208 We pity them, who wicked are ; We hope to see them turning, To find the blessed Sabbath school, Where we God's Word are learning. Come, come, dear children, one and all, Let's sing and pray together; And never fail to be at school. Whatever is the weather. TO MRS. KEZIA S K. God lives above, He sees thy woes. Thy every thought, word, action knows, On Him with confidence in prayer, Cast ^11 your sorrows, pain and care. Dear sister, raise that drooping head, Nor let another tear be shed. For Jesus is your mighty Friend, Who will be with you to the end — In safety 1 11 thy steps to guide 0, closely press that Bleeding Side ; Soon all our woes and cares shall cease, And we with Him shall rest in peace. 209 CALVARY'S FOUNTAIN. Where is tho balm for every woe, Where does the healing fountain flow, To wash away our sinful stains ? Say, does it flow o'er Judah's plains, Or does it from the alta. rise, Where smokes the bleeding sacrifice ? Or is it Ganges' sacred stream, Where Asia's sons of glory dream ? No: not through Judcih's lowly plain, Nor from the blood of bullocks slain. Nor is it Ganges' rolling tide, But Calvary's stream from Jesus' side. 'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear. Ah I precious truth the world may hear, It flows, a world, from sin to save, To burst the prison of the grave ; Salvation free to all our race ; ! wondrous love, ! boundless grace. Come to this fountain, sinners come. Ye halt, and deaf, ye blind and dumb. Its virtues will your sight restore, The lame may walk, and halt no more, The dumb may speak, the deaf may hear, Come, then, without a doubt or fear. I»i 1 ]| 210 SLAVERY AND ITS ABOLITION. PUBLISHED IN 1832. When, Tvlien shall the opprfiss'd go free ? When shall the sweets of liberty For Afric's sons be gjin'd ? — When all like brethren shall unite. Red, white, and black, with equal right, With hearts of love unfeign'd ? Shall it be when the hoarded gold Of misers, from their coflfers told, Shall freight them o'er the sea ? And colonize thtsi on th«^ shore Where they, or parents long before, Were robb'd of liberty ? Or sh?ll we wait for the vast sea To disappear, and cease to be, Then drive them from our shore ; Where ti)ey have toil'd for many years, And dress'd the soil with sweat and tears. Their backs all stain'd with gore ? V-— ^ 211 "OH, no I" the voice of Wisdom cries ; " Vain hopo, to think to colonize Three million human souls : As soon expect that Ocean's cup, By Sol's bright ray, shall be drunk up, And leave the extended shoals." " Oh, no I" the voice of Justica cries ; " While dark'ning tempests vail the skies, And clouds obscure the day; — Strike 1 strike ! the long suspended blow, And let the cruel white man know The madness of his way." Mercy then cries, " The guilty spare, The guiltless shall their mercy share. The black man shall go free ; — Their minds they'll try to elevate, In reason's scale their talents rate, And slaves shall cease to be." bondage, slavery, worse than death ;• Take liberty, then take my breath, Take friends, and all possess'd j But let mo keep this boon of Heaven, Which God to every man hath given, Without which none ui-e blcaa'd. 212 AND IS THERE A GOD ? ' ii And is there a God ? — dure I, — fool, that 1 ask, For to prove there is none what a laborous tusk ; — For the power which He gave, such a question to raise, Fully answers the question, and prompts me to praise The God of my being, of all beings, and things, The great Ruler of worlds, of all peoples and kings. With my heart I adore Him — adoringly fall At Ris footstool, so humbly, the vilest of all ; And implore His forgiveness, His mercy, and love, His protection and aid, that I ever may prove My allegiance to Him, — His commands all obey Till He calls me from earth to His presence away. How blinded our spirit by the god of this world ; Whom pride and rebi'llion from hea^'n's b ittlements hurl'd, And who, with fell malice against Almighty Power, On our race, with dire vengeance, all evil did shower. Insidious liis movements, all forms of disguise ; As an angel of "■ light," he would dazzle our eyes. Lut in "love," thanks to Hcav'n, he can never appear, Aud when love blends with light, we have nothing to fear. 213 I rejoice in that Power which the Scriptures uiifold, By which Sin, Death, and Hell, are completely controll'd. By which man from his weakness, and guilt, may arise To praise his Creator, in the earth, and the skies. Emmanuel, — Redeemer, — my Hope, and my Song, In affliction's fierce furnace, — I'll trust my life long ; For with God to support, I can all things endure, I need Fount:un, and Furnace, to make my heart pure. All praise to the Father, Holy Spirit, and Son 1 The mysterious Godhead — Three Persons in One ! For Creation, Redemption — wonderous love I And a heaven of rest in bright mansions above. Ill TO MY SISTER HANNAH— A WISH. May ruddy health thy cheeks adorn ; May friends thy path with plrisures strew ; May roses bloom without a thorn ; And peace distil like evening dew. May hope's bright ray thy future cheer, And pious deeds thy hours employ; And every passing day, and year, ?3riag with them happiness and joy. -1 "Tf r 214 BEARS OR NO BEARS. In my youth I visited the north-eastern coast of America, and spent a number of months in hunting, fishing, and rambling. One night, after having during the day been blown about twelve leagues from the ship, in a small boat, we made a harbor. The seamen were afraid, if they ventured on shore, that they might be attacked by the bears, which were frequently seen. I therefore gave them permission to remain in the boat, but I preferred the shore. Bears or no Bears. They set me on shore, and then anchored the boat at a safe distance. I clambered up the rugged rocks until I thought myself beyond the reach of the rising tide ; and buttoning up my " Peft Jacket," tying down my hat over my ears^ and putting on my mittens, I lay down on the sharp stones, and soon fell asleep — not, however, until I had heard the distant growl of Eruin, who, I suppose, would have liked me for his supper. Dark, gloomy, and chill was that dreary night, When, on the coast of Labrador, Without a sheltor, food, or light, I laid me down on the ice-clad shore. A rock for my pillow, cheerless, and cold, The broken flints my feathers were, My heart was like the lion bold, For near me growl'd the voracious bear. 215 But there all alone, I rested unhami'd ; With limbs, needing action, I rose, And though I had slept unahirm'd, I was stiff from my head to my toes. And never again mny it be my lot, To suffer such a cheerless night ; I love my home, my liumble cot, My food, bed, fire, and everything right. « Let the red man prize his wild forest home ; And hunt the elk, the deer, and bear ; I'd rather in New Engiaud roam, And share with friends their cot and their fare. m\ PROPHETIC— 1832. See ye not the morning breaking, See ye not the day is nigh ; Will ye still with fear be quaking, Doubt the scripture of the sky ? Of the future, nought more certain, Slavery from our land shj'.ll cease: — Faith removes the misty curtain Slavery, War, — then. Freedom,— Peace I 216 COME, SIGN THE PLEDGE. The individual whose sentiments 1 have thrown into verse below, was once within the inner circle of the Maelstrom of interaiierance, but is now doinoj much good as a Temperance Lecturer. COMPOSED IN 19J MINUTES. Dark, sad, and lonely, full of grief, I wish'd for death to give relief; But death c;ime not. Despair was fast'ning on my soul, I fled to the accursed bowl, And soon forgot My heart-felt grief, — my mental pain : But soon, ah I soon I felt again With double woe I And in the madness of despair, I deeper drank to drown my care, And pleasures know. Thus on I went, from bad to worse, Till every farthing in :.uy purse Was spent for rum 1 My watch, my books, my clothes, and trunk, I sold to keep the drunkard drunk, And ooQScience mum. 217 Thus years roU'd on, and rum roll'd down My throat, — the greatest sot in town, If not in Stute ; — And where I soon should sober be, Was not a doubtful thing to me ; The grave my fate 1 Just then, John Hawkins' voice I heard j 1 listened, and my soul was stirr'd ; — For yet I had A something in me which could feel Kind words, expreas'd in kinder zeal ; They made me glad. I signed the pledge, became a man j And now am doing what I can Others to save : And have no doubt but scores can say I've lov'd them from their cups away, And from the grave 1 Come then, dear fellows, stop and think ; — • Resolve you will no longer drink The hateful stuff! Come, sign the pledge, and happy be, From rum, wine, beer, and cider, free, With cash enough -i m :^ ^B sma 218 Yes, sign the pledge, and soon yon'll find Old friends will rally round you kind; — And many new "Will cheer your heart with right good will ; Friendship and iove your cup shall fill With pleasures true. "LOOK NOT ON THE DARK SIDE." AN ACROSTIC. Look not on the dark side until you grow cold, Yet look on the dark side, with faith, and grow bold. Mark well the dark features, and dwell on the light, Assur'd by the promise, not walking by sight. Not trusting in man, but alone in your God, Contend for the pathway your Saviour once trod, Use none but the weapons of kindness and love, Taking Christ for your pattern, with strength from above. Leave nothing undone 'tis your duty to do, Endeavor with patience your way to pursue. Rising higher in grace, till glory }ou view. 219 POETIC CARD. Said Bunyan, — " I knew a man — some people called him mad — The more he gave aWay the more he had;" Such men in N still are living, They're getting rich, and always giving. As hees to hive with precious store, So swarms of friends approach' d our door ; They loaded came, from every part Of N all with cheerful heart, And left their loads, that we might share In things to eat, and drink, and wear. As bees bring wax, and then the honey, So they brought goods, and then the money. But list awhile, and hear the sequel. Of goods they brought ir value equal To dollars Fifty-Three, or Four; In cash as much, and little more, — Making One Hundred Eight in all They left in their " Donation Call," For which our grateful thanks we give ; Long may such kindly donors live To bless mankind by their example, Of deed so noble, broad, and ample. A blessing on them, — " Friends indeed," — May Heaven supply their every need ; And when life's busy scenes are o'er, May we all reach the heavenly shore, And there the People and the Pastor Be jewels of our Lord and Master. ■I- 'I 220 i THE CALIFORNIAN CRY. AN IRONICAL POEM. Away to California, boys I Sounds loud from every quarter ; Away to California, boys I By over-land or water. Away ! regardless of the tears Of mother, wife, or daughter I Away, away ! without delay, — It will not do to loiter 1 To San Francisco, haste ! haste ! The oracles are saying; For near that place, o'er hill and dale, The gold, in lumps, is laying ! Then linger not — a fortune's lost, For every hour's delaying ; But haste away ! for nothing stay I For all is lost by staying. Away ! the Sacramento's wave O'er mines of gold is rolling ; Let not affection's hand detain, — Don't stop with friends condoling ! 221 To wife and sweetheart bid adien, And check the tear that's strolling Adown the cheek, — and hastf away ! For gold is all-consoling ! Away ! for Madam Fortune's tide, In your affciirs is flowing ; Away to California, then ! Where she is now bestowing With open hand, alike to all. Who'll catch it while 'tis going ; — - Then do not stay, for fear she may Her fickle mind be showing I Away ! from the Green Mountains' slopes, To mountains bright and yellow 1 Away I from barren Granite hills, Where cattle roam and bellow, — From fields where corn and pumpkins grew, On soil once rich and mellow ! Away, away ! for if you stay, You are a stupid fellow ! From Maine and Massachusetts start,- From every street and alley 1 Let all New England hear the call, And all New England rally ! 222 Leave plough and workshop — ^haste away I To the enchanted valley 1 Away, away 1 and sport and play With millions, without tally. Away, away I from South and West — Both married men and single 1 Let black, and white, and brown, and red, In one vast body mingle I Let masters shout, " Ye slaves, be free I " Then many ears shall tingle, — And hosts, with song, shall rush along, From every hill and dingle I Away 1 whose god is Mammon, — From State or Territory — And bow' and worship at his shrine,— Youth, middle-ag'd, and hoary. Let none refuse to bend the knee- Whig, Dem( ;rat, or Tory; Haste ; haste, I say 1 your homage pay- And give to him the glory I * »}■: Away to California, then, The place of Mammon's choosing; Away to Sacramento's stream, — Your chances don't be losing. 223 By sail and steam, your way pursue, Nor stop a moment musing : Away, away I by night and day, Both wiaiJ and tide be using. Away, away ! from classic halls, An idle thing is learning ; Go turn the leaves of virgin gold, — They'll pay }ou well for turning. Yes ; haste ! begone ! while youthful fires In youthful veins are burning ; Away, away ! and show to-day You truly are discerning. Shut down the gates; sbut off tbe steam,- No further need of spinning The thread of cotton, flax, or wool, But gold of your own winning. And warp and woof of shining stuff, We'll wear, instead of linen. Then haste away, nor lose a day, To linger would be sinning. The Doctor there may fill his purse, Without his neighbors' dying ; The Lawyer, too, may wealthy grow, And cease forever lying. It a. i ^ * 224 And Ministers, in worldly pelf May with them both be vying. Then haste away, for sure you may Move slow enough by flying. Aiound the Horn — a pleasant voyage — We'll sail in ships so cheerly j Or else by Gulf and Isthmus route — A pleasant journey, merely — To that delightful promise-land, Where all is gold — or nearly. Then, haste away ; why will you stay, Where starve you must, most clearly ? But I must haste, and end my song — If I can find an ending, Amidst a 'crowd of useful thought, All to yoi^r welfare tending. Once more I say, awake 1 awake I And on your way be wending ; Haste 1 haste away 1 or soon the day Will come to you hciirt-rending. But here I end, for end I must— * Our topsails loos'd for sailing, — Our colors floating — to the must The crew have just been nailing j 225 And soon far off, upon the sea, We'll leave you, out of hailing ; Then once for all, I sound the call- 0, may it prove availing. ;1 ADVERTISEMENT. As my book is entitled '< Vav^'ty," T j;ive the following adve.'tisement, which was published in one of the largest chif'fi of the U. S. for a year in a dnily paper. The Mer- chant for w'lO'u I wrote it h.:id been slandered by reports that he was about "fdling," "selling out," or *' assign- ing ; " hence the ullusiou in the fir^t line. Not dead, not sold, nor yet assign 'd ; Midst wooden ware Colburn you'll find, At my old stand in O^born's block, Free as a bird, firm ;'3 a rock, Kcady to wait on one, and all Who please to m; le a businens call. You'll find my stock is large and good, Whether of silver, gold, or wood ; Here's brooms and brushes, pails and tubs — Cradles on wheels with shining hubs : Baskets of every form and size, For every use you can devise ; Chairs for the young, chairs for the old — Ice tanks, to keep your water cold j f '1 226 «' Cages for birds, and traps for mice ; Spitoons to keep your carpets nice ; Wash-boards, mop-handles, and clothes frames, And everything the housewife names Or needs, from attic to the cellar You'll find at " Colburn's "— " Curious Fdlar T Here's fancy goods, and pleasing toys, For ladies, gents, their girls and boys. Of German, French, and Chinese mnko— To name them all a quire 'twould tike; Guitars and fiddles, fifes and drums For men and boys, when Christmns comes ; Here's silver, gold, and plated ware ; Knives, forks, and spoons of finish rare ; Breast-pins and fobs, and chains and rings, Keys, clasps, and jet and coral strings, And things. by thousands yet untold Of wood, of silver, steel, and gold. Wholesale or retail, come and buy, So cheap, you nowhere else will try : But one thing more, and then I'm done, My number is one hundred one. PROSE BY THS BARD OF NIAGARA m My first born died in her tender moments. My second and third daughters, I had the pleasure, by my Sacred office, to unite in holy wedlock. My fourth daughter was married by another, while I was absent far from home, and the following " paper, " which r had sent tliem, was read on the occasion. My fifth, a son, died in early childhood. FIVE BUDS IT BORE. Five buds it bore, but three of them only bloomed ; and Jill of them now are plucked from the parent Stalk. The first, while yet a tender bud, the King chose to deck His Son's triumphant brow. The next, full blown, a passing stranger saw, and asked the Gardener for. The Gardener smiled assent; the flower was plucked. The tliird, a rose in bloom, another stranger saw and wished, and asked for. Agaiu the Gardener amilcd, uud bade him pluck the flower. > 11 228 1 ! Another bloorn there was, the last upon the Stalk ; for so well the first had pleased the King, He sent His mes- senger and took the other opening bud so beautiful, for the same purpose tliat he took the first. And now but one, fair as the fa'reJtt of t'lem all, remained. But while a season absent from His garden, a stranger plucked that bloom without the Gardener's leave.* The Gardener sighed, but was content; for so well He loved the stranger, He had smiled again, and gave the flower if asked. The Staik still lives, no less beautiful, though robbed of buds and flowers. The Gardener prized those buds so beautiful and flowers so fair. The Stalk He prizes more, and wishes life protracted no longer than it lives ! Montreal, 1853. * He had asked by lettt^, but the letter miscarried.