Will add to theirs a name of fear
That tyranny shall quake to hear,
And leave his sons a hope, a fame,
They too will rather die than shame:
For freedom's battle once begun,
Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.
Bear witness, Greece, thy living page,
Attest it many a deathless age!
While kings, in dusty darkness hid,
Have left a nameless pyramid,
Thy heroes, though the general doom,
Have swept the column from their tomb,
A mightier monument command,
The mountains of their native land!
There points thy muse to stranger's eye
The graves of those that cannot die !
'T were long to tell, and sad to trace,
Each step from splendour to disgrace;
Enough, no foreign foe could quell
Thy soul, till from itself it fell;
Yes! self-abasement paved the way
To villain-bonds and despot-sway.
A MOTHER'S Love-how sweet the name !
What is a Mother's Love?
A noble, pure, and tender flame,
Enkindled from above,
To bless a heart of earthly mould;
The warmest love that can grow cold;
This is a Mother's Love.
To bring a helpless babe to light;
Then, while it lies forlorn,
To gaze upon that dearest sight,
And feel herself new-born;
In its existence lose her own,
And live and breathe in it alone;
This is a Mother's Love.
Its weakness in her arms to bear;
To cherish on her breast,
Feed it from Love's own fountain there,
And lull it there to rest;
Then, while it slumbers, watch its breath
As if to guard from instant death ;
To mark its growth from day to day,
Its opening charms admire,
Catch from its eye the earliest ray
Of intellectual fire ;
To smile and listen while it talks,
And lend a finger when it walks ;
And can a Mother's Love grow cold?
Can she forget her boy?
His pleading innocence behold,
Nor weep for grief—for joy?
A Mother may forget her child,
While wolves devour it on the wild;
- IS THIS a Mother's Love?
Ten thousand voices answer "No!"
Ye clasp your babes and kiss;
Your bosoms yearn, your eyes o'erflow;
Yet ah! remember this ;-
The infant, reared alone for earth,
May live, may die,—to curse his birth;
A parent's heart may prove a snare;
The child she loves so well,
Her hand may lead, with gentlest care,
Down the smooth road to hell;
Thus, lo the blind mislead the blind,
E'en with a Mother's Love?
Blest infant! whom his mother taught
Early to seek the Lord,
And poured upon his dawning thought
The day-spring of the word;
This was the lesson to her son,
-Time is Eternity begun :
Behold that Mother's Love.*
Blest Mother! who, in wisdom's path,
By her own parent trod,
Thus taught her son to flee the wrath,
And know the fear of God:
Ah! youth, like him enjoy your prime,
Begin eternity in time,
Taught by that Mother's Love.
THAT Mother's Love! - how sweet the name
What was that Mother's Love?
-The noblest, purest, tenderest flame,
That kindles from above
Within a heart of earthly mould
As much of heaven as heart can hold,
Nor through eternity grows cold ;
-THIS was that Mother's Love.
* 1 Tim. i. 5., and iii. 14, 15.
HARK,-how the church-bells with redoubling peals
Stun the glad ear! Tidings of joy have come,
Good tidings of great joy! two gallant ships
A desperate fight !-good tidings of great joy!
Old England triumphed! yet another day
Of glory for the ruler of the waves!
For those who fell, 't was in their country's cause,
They have their passing paragraphs of praise,
And are forgotten.
In that day's glory, whose obscurer name
No proud historian's page will chronicle.
Peace to his honest soul! I read his name
'Twas in the list of slaughter - and thanked God
The sound was not familiar to mine ear.
But it was told me after, that this man
Was one whom lawful violence had forced
From his own home and wife and little ones,
Who by his labour lived; that he was one
Whose uncorrupted heart could keenly feel
A husband's love, a father's anxiousness;
That from the wages of his toil he fed
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