Approaching to the land; straightway he sees O then the transport of the man, unused His native tongue to hear! he breathes at home, Of perils of the sea he has no dread, Full well assured the missioned bark is safe, Whenever the sea is gently agitated, it seems converted into little stars; every drop as it breaks emits light, like bodies electrified in the dark."-DARWIN. Held in the hollow of the Almighty's hand. From storms that loudly threaten to unfix For days, for nights, illumed by phosphor lamps; Let worldly men Who joy and glory in the cross of Christ! But messengers, commissioned to announce They too, though clothed with power of mighty works Miraculous, were oft received with scorn; Oft did their words fall powerless, though enforced By deeds that marked Omnipotence their friend: But, when their efforts failed, unweariedly They onward went, rejoicing in their course. By works of love, the slave set free, the sick Received as brothers at the rich man's board. Alas! how different now the deeds of men Nursed in the faith of Christ!--the free made slaves! Stolen from their country, borne across the deep, Enchained, endungeoned, forced by stripes to live, Doomed to behold their wives, their little ones, Tremble beneath the white man's fiend-like frown! Yet even to scenes like these, the SABBATH brings Alleviation of the enormous woe: The oft-reiterated stroke is still; The clotted scourge hangs hardening in the shrouds. *Sun flower. "The seeds of many plants of this kind are furnished with a plume, by which admirable mechanism they are disseminated far from their parent stem."-DARWIN. The wretch's bile-tinged lips profane the word O England! England! wash thy purpled hands Of this foul sin, and never dip them more In guilt so damnable! then lift them up In supplication to that God, whose name Is Mercy; then thou may'st, without the risk Of drawing vengeance from the surcharged clouds, Implore protection to thy menaced shores; Then, God will blast the tyrant's arm that grasps The thunderbolt of ruin o'er thy head; Then, will he turn the wolvish race to prey Upon each other; then, will he arrest The lava torrent, causing it regorge Back to its source with fiery desolation. Of all the murderous trades by mortals plied, 'Tis War alone that never violates The hallowed day by simulate respect,— C From sacred pinnacles are hung the flags,* From morn to eve Destruction revels frenzied, Of larks, descending to their grass-bowered homes, And what the harvest of these bloody fields? A double weight of fetters to the slave, And chains on arms that wielded Freedom's sword. Spirit of TELL! and art thou doomed to see * Church steeples are frequently used as signal-posts. After a heavy cannonade, the shivered branches of trees, and the corpses of the killed, are seen floating together down the rivers. |