None from the compact shrinks afraid, We pledge our fervent love, and thou Alive with men who cannot bow Speed lightnings o'er the Carib Sea, Go! seek the lawless Suliote's nest, And spoil his cruel wiles. And keep, where sail the merchant ships, And promptly, through thine iron lips, In pride of their own little hour, A freeborn noble mind. Spread out those ample wings of thine! While crime doth govern men, "Tis fit such bulwark of the brine Should leave the shores of PENN; For hid within thy giant strength Whose sons can die, but know not how 1837. SUCH MAY NOT I. In the hour of my distress, Sweet Spirit! comfort me. Litany, by Robert Herrick. WHO of our mortal race is he, So firmly fixed by fortune's power, That from the shock he's counted free, Of tossing waves, in trouble's hour? Let him still clasp his fancied bliss, And look defiance, too, on care, Not heeding, in a world like this, If there's a better known, or where: Such may not I. Who of the saints that ever trod In outward sheen, this path of sin, That never felt so strong in GodThe coward weakness full within? Let him still gaze on yon clear sky, As if his mirror there he sought; And challenge Purity to spy In his soul's core, one careless thoughtSuch dare not I. Yet, if there's one, who in the strength Of wise resolves, a broken reed, While his own goodness sounds retreat On Mercy, and for succor falls, A trembling wretch, at Jesus' feet— Oh! such am I. THE UNFRUITFUL. WHY on this Zion-hill Descends no kindly rain- No souls these walls to crowd, Its watchman long hath toiled Nor Satan put to shame. For weary years the stumbling flock With tears and inward strife And agony of soul, He's wooed the dead to life, The broken to be whole. But tears and prayers and pain Of spirit, have been vain. What lacks he? love? - His heart Beats but to earnest love; Power? He hath the art To bring heaven from above. No wiser lips God's word hath spoken, Listen! ere vows had bound His labors to this spot, A message had him found Which he regarded not: He shunned it. On this hill And shall be till his end, Who judgment for the Jonah sees, That to God's will preferred his ease. FAITHFUL TO HIS CONSTITUENTS. HE journeyed on, and baited at each house, Of Hollands, or the best New England rum, 'Twas all the same - his quenchless thirst held good; I marvelled somewhat at this riddle, till, Waiting a sober hour, I questioned him, And he did thus reply, all unabashed : 66 'My good constituents hate the new plans — And vile plans are they!-'bout the Temperance cause, I should oppose such notions, and thwart Which curst endeavors are against His will |