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In all around we see
Links of the chain that binds the soul of man
Unto his brother man. No human eye
Can gaze undazzled where those links begin,
Nor trace them to their end. Alone to Faith,
With her far eagle-gaze, 't is given to see
That the all-loving heart of Nature's God,
And man's Redeemer, is the burning clasp
That joins in one that all-embracing zone,
Round as the circle of eternity.

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This truth, more beautiful than all beside,
That He, whose name is Love, and from whose heart,
As from a living and immortal root,
The whole fair universe hath budded forth,
Hath granted him the high and holy right
To call him “Father"-So all things speak
God's Fatherhood, and Brotherhood of man.

H. M. P.
Not with the flashing steel,
Not with the cannon's peal,

Nor stir of drum;
But in the bonds of love,
Our white flag floats above;
Its emblem is the dove,-

Thus we come.
Oh, then! in God's great name,
Let each pure spirit's flame

Burn bright and clear;
Stand firmly in your lot,
Cry ye aloud, doubt not,
Be every fear forgot,

Christ leads us here.
So shall earth's distant lands,
In happy, holy bands,

One brotherhood.
Together rise and sing,
Gifts to one altar bring,
And heaven's eternal King
Pronounce it good.

Elnathan Davis.

In these romantic regions man grows wild:
Here dwells the Negro, nature's outcast child;
Scorned by his brethren; but his mother's eye,
That gazes on him from her warmest sky,
Sees in his flexile limbs untutored grace,
Power on his forehead, beauty in his face;
Sees in his breast, where lawless passions rove,
The heart of friendship, and the home of love;
Sees in his mind, where desolation reigns,
Fierce as his clime, uncultured as his plains,
A soil where virtue's fairest flowers might shoot,
And trees of science bend with glorious fruit;
Sees in his soul, involved in thickest night,
An emanation of eternal light
Ordained, 'midst sinking worlds, his dust to fire,
And shine for ever when the stars expire.
Is he not man, though Knowledge never shed
Her quickening beams on his neglected head?
Is he not man, though sweet Religion's voice
Ne'er made the mourner in his God rejoice!
Is he not man, by sin and suffering tried
Is he not man, for whom the Saviour died?
Belie the Negro's powers:-in headlong will,
Christian! thy brother thou shalt prove him still:
Belie his virtues; since his wrongs began,
His follies and his crimes have stamped him man.

J. Montgomery.
For God, who made this teeming earth so full,
And made the proud dependent on the dull-
The strong upon the weak, thereby would show
One common bond should link us all below,

Mrs. Norton.
If I were a voice, a convincing voice,

I'd travel with the wind,
And wherever I saw the nations torn
By warfare, jealousy, or scorn,

Or hatred of their kind,
I'd fly, I'd fly, on the thunder crash,
And into their blinded bosoms flash;
And all their evil thoughts subdued,
I'd teach them Christian Brotherhood.

C. Mackay.

CALAMITY. They prevented me in the day of my calamity: but the Lord was my stay.-II. Samuel, xxii. 19.

Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!--Job, vi. 2.

Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.--Psalm lvii. 1.

He that is glad at calamities shall not be unpunished.--Proverbs, xvii. 5.

STRICT necessity
Subdues me, and calamitous constraint!
Lest in my hand both sin and punishment,
However insupportable, be all
Devolved.

Milton.
Much rather I shall choose
To live the poorest in my tribe, than richest
To be in that calamitous prison left. Milton.
From adverse shores in safety let her hear
Foreign calamity, and distant war;
Of which, great heav'n, let her no portion bear.

Prior. Friends counsel quick dismission of our grief; Mistaken kindness! Our hearts heal too soon Are they more kind than He who struck the blow? Who bids it do His errand in our hearts, And banish peace till nobler guests arrive, And bring it back, a true and endless peace? Calamities are friends.

Young. When great calamities afflict the soul,

Then, God of Mercy, then, we cry to Thee!
Thou the physician art to make us whole;

Thou art the help in our calamity.
But when the clouds of grief be overpast,

And we may bask in sunshine once again,
Then praise and prayer become a weary task;
Thee we forget, and so neglect to ask
The aid we implored amid our grief and pain.
Calamities are links of that bright chain
Of love divine around us ever cast,
Weaning us from the world, and all things light and
vain.

Egone.

CALMNESS. THEN said they unto him, What shall we do unto thee, that the sea may be calm unto us? for the sea wrought, and was tempestuous.

And he said unto them, Take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you: for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you.

So they took up Jonah, and cast him forth into the sea : and the sea ceased from her raging.--Jonah, i. 11, 12, 15.

As they sailed he fell asleep: and there came down a storm of wind on the lake; and they were filled with water, and were in jeopardy.

And they came to him, and awoke him, saying, Master, master, we perish! Then he arose, and rebuked the wind and the raging of the water: and they ceased, and there was a calm.--Luke, viii, 23, 24.

Be calm in arguing—for fierceness makes
Error a fault, and truth discourtesy.
Why should I feel another man's mistakes,
More than his sicknesses or poverty?

In love I should, but anger is not love,

Nor wisdom neither: therefore gently move. Calmness is great advantage—he that lets Another chafe, may warm him at his fire, Mark all his wanderings, and enjoy his frets, As cunning fencers suffer heat to tire.

Truth dwells not in the clouds: the bow that's there Doth often aim at, never hit the sphere.—Herbert. There is a calm the poor in spirit know, That softens sorrow, and that sweetens woe; There is a peace that dwells within the breast, When all without is stormy and distrest; There is a light that gilds the darkest hour, When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower; That calm is faith, and hope and love is given; That peace remains when all beside is riven, That light shines down to man direct from heaven.

James Edmeston. The roaring tumult of the billowed sea Awakes him not: high on the crested surge, Now heaved, his locks flowed streaming to the blast: And now descending, 'tween the sheltering waves, The falling tresses veil the face divine: Meek through that veil, a momentary gleam, Benignant shines; he dreams that he beholds

The opening eyes,—that hopeless long had rolled
In darkness,-look around bedimmed with tears
Of joy; but suddenly the voice of fear
Dispelled the happy vision. Awful he rose,
Rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea,
"Peace, be thou still!” and straight there was a calm.
With terror-mingled gladness in their looks,
The mariners exclaim—“What man is this,
That even the wind and sea obey his voice?"

Grahame.

Earth has not anything to show more fair!

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty! This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air,
Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at its own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still.

Wordsworth.

Like a frail bark upon an angry sea

Is man, o'erburdened with a weight of sin;
Tossed to and fro, and like to perish, he

Seeks how he best may 'scape, and safety win:
What trembling Jonah is it hides within,
That from the Lord would vainly strive to flee?

Seek till ye find him, straight the quest begin! And cast him forth that ye may lightened be. Then with a prayer approach the throne of grace,

The Saviour's with thee, though he seems to sleep; Have ye but faith, and wait a little space,

He will arise, and say unto the deep"Be still!” The waves will sink, like your alarm, O'er troubled heart and soul will come a mighty calm.

Egone.

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