What lines of difference, traced in bold relief, Were human minds endued with power to scan The matchless wisdom of the Almighty plan; Trace each effect to its unerring Cause, And wisely read JEHOVAH's equal laws;— Man, then, might bow to His supreme behest, Trust in His grace, and on His mercy rest. Nor does he, darkling, rove this nether sphere :A lamp to guide-a light of Heaven is here. Religion's light, the glorious Gospel's ray, Illumes his path, and makes his darkness day: God's holy Book expands before his eyes; Man, if he will, may seize the heavenly prize! But what can Faith, devoid of Works, avail ? Profession holds the laws of Christ most dear; -But see how deeds of hell deform the earth; How vice and lawless passions spring to birth! Here groans the slave-oppression wields his rod, And "Nature wrong'd, appeals to Nature's God!” Fair LIBERTY! is this thy boasted land?Where sons of Afric groan beneath the hand Of ruthless tyrants; who, with CHRISTIAN name, Traffick in human flesh, nor feel the shame ; And down to earth in hopeless misery bind Each noble effort of the immortal mind! WAR's fiendlike spirit still stalks o'er our land, And spreads destruction with his hellish brand; Sports with the dearest ties of human life, And whelms the world in misery and strife. Reckless of widows' groans, of orphans' tears, His blood-stained banner still the fiend uprears; His iron car sweeps o'er the embattled plain, While VIRTUE mourns, and MERCY pleads in vain! O then, bless'd Spirit! source of Love divine, On erring man in pure effulgence shine; Illume his mind with thy celestial ray, And gild the midnight darkness of his way; Teach him to bow submissive to thy rod, And own the rightful sovereignty of God! DEDICATION. WRITTEN IN A YOUNG LADY'S ALBUM. HERE, in this Book, devoted to the MIND, And all the sweets of scientifick Lore. Let all conspire to furnish ample store Of intellectual food; on which the SOUL, Conscious of her high birth and destiny, May feast, fearless of ill; and sure to find A banquet fitted for a guest from Heaven. The heaven-aspiring Soul no joy can know So pure, as holding converse with her God. Then let the votive strain, the matin lay To Him, from whom each perfect gift descends. With home-felt peace, which nought on earth can mar; TRIBUTE OF FRIENDSHIP. TO THE RECTOR OF ST. JAMES'; NEW LONDON, CONNECTICUT. ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS BIRTH. SWEET is the memory of departed hours, Now, left bereaved of kindred, still I see Bland Friendship's ray, which erst benignly gleamed, Nov. 9, 1817. LORENZO. |