The voice of prayer in the world of bliss! Awake, awake! and gird up thy strength, Whom the powers of nature unceasingly praise, – 1826. HYMN. For an ordination, March, 1829. THOU, who on thy chosen Son To mark the long expected One, And, when the heralds of his name Went forth his glorious truth to spread, So, Lord, thy servant now inspire Lord, hear thy suppliant church to-day! Be thine to cheer, sustain, and bless. THE GOD OF OUR FATHERS. For the Centennial Celebration of the Boston Thursday Lecture, Oct. 17, 1833. L IKE Israel's hosts to exile driven, Across the flood the Pilgrims fled; Then, where their weary ark found rest. Then let the grateful church, to-day, Its ancient rite with gladness keep: Thy blessing, though the fathers sleep. FAMILY MEETING. Aug. 20, 1835. N this glad hour, when children meet, IN And home with them their children bring, Our hearts with one affection beat, One song of praise our voices sing. For all the faithful, loved and dear, For those who still are with us here, And those who wait for us in heaven ;· For every past and present joy, For honor, competence, and health, March, 1836. HYMN IN SICKNESS. FATHER, thy gentle chastisement Falls kindly on my burdened soul; I see its merciful intent, To warn me back to thy control, The errors of my heart I know; I feel my deep infirmities; And holy purposes arise, But, like the morning clouds, decay, And let thy peace abound in me, HYMN. For the dedication of a church, April, 1839. E rear not a temple, like Judah's of old, WE Whose portals were marble, whose vaultings were gold; No incense is lighted, no victims are slain, No monarch kneels praying to hallow the fane. More simple and lowly the walls that we raise, Where the heart is the altar whence incense shall roll, O Father, come in! but not in the cloud Which filled the bright courts where thy chosen ones bowed; But come in that spirit of glory and grace Which beams on the soul and illumines the race. Oh, come in the power of thy life-giving Word, The pomp of Moriah has long passed away, But the souls that are builded in worship and love THE PROGRESS OF FREEDOM. This "Anti-Slavery Song" has for us a peculiar interest, not alone from the thrilling spirit of power and prophecy that animates it, but from the circumstance that it was Mr. Ware's last composition in verse. It bears the date, March 15, 1843. In its original form it is longer than as presented here, aud is unsuited to a church hymn-book. The following stanzas, taken from one of the Collections, are a part of the original, altered and transposed, and thus adapted to sacred worship: OPPRESSION shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day, When Freedom, burst from every chain, Then Right shall over might prevail, And Truth, like hero armed in mail, What voice shall bid the progress stay, Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, The hour of triumph comes apace, Her bounteous gifts shall shower. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. (1794.) WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT was born, Nov. 3, 1794, at Cummington, Hampton County, Mass. It is only necessary here to present the merest outline of the career of this venerable and beloved poet, whose name is a household word in the homes of the land. His father, Peter Bryant, was a physician, well-travelled and highly cultured, who knew how to awaken and call forth the mental powers of the gifted son. The latter, before he was ten years of age, wrote lines which were published in the County Gazette. Other poems, which he composed not long afterward, were printed by his friends; and when he was only eighteen he wrote his immortal "Thanatopsis," which appeared in the "North American Review" in 1817. For two years he was a student at Williams College; then studied law, and, first at Plainfield and next at Great Barrington, practised his profession until 1825, when he removed to New York, and became the editor of the "New York Review." In 1826 he associated himself with William Coleman in conducting the "Evening Post,” and in the following year assumed its entire editorial charge. He has continued at this post of service from then until now. The first volume of his poems, embracing one on "The Ages," delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Cambridge, and also some other pieces, was published in 1821. From 1827 to 1830 he was one of the editors of an annual, "The Talisman," and, about the same time, |