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And where it could not praise, was chain'd;
Yet gentle concord never broke;
Say, did these fingers delve the mine,
Avails it whether bare or shod
PEACE OF MIND.
WHERE then may Peace erect her steadfast throne?
And only there-her Paradise is found;
O blest the man! whose aims and ardors rise
Go, take the wings of morn,
And fly beyond the utmost sea;
Forsake thy father-land,
Kindred, and friends, and pleasant home, O'er many a rude barbarian strand
In exile though you roam,
Walk there with God, and thou shalt find Double for all thy faith resign'd.
Launch boldly on the surge,
And, in a light and fragile bark, Thy path through flood and tempest urge, Like Noah in the ark:
Then tread, like him, a new world's shore, Thine altar build, and God adore.
Leave our Jerusalem,
Jehovah's temple, and his rest; Go where no Sabbath broke on them Whom pagan gloom oppress'd; Till bright, though late, around their isles The gospel-dawn awoke in smiles.
Amidst that dawn from far
Be thine expected presence shown, Rise on them, like the morning-star,
In glory not thine own;
And tell them, while they hail the sight,
Tell them, his hovering rays
Already gild their ocean's brim,
The Sun of Righteousness, who brings
Nor thou disdain to teach
To savage hordes celestial truth,
Till warriors fling their arms aside,
Train them, by patient toil,
To rule the waves, subdue the ground,
Thus then in peace depart,
And angels guard thy footsteps.-No? There is a feeling in the heart
That will not let thee go:
Yet go-thy spirit stays with me;
Though the wide world between
Our feet conglobe its solid mass; Though lands and waters intervene,
Which I must never pass; Though day and night with thee be changed, Seasons reversed, and clime estranged;
Yet one in soul, and one
In faith, and hope, and purpose ;--yet
Those from whose eyes his orb retires
When tropic gloom returns,
Mark what new stars their vigils keep; How glares the Wolf, the Phonix burns; And on a stormless deep
The Ship of Heaven, the Patriarch's Dove, The emblem of Redeeming Love.
While these enchant thine eye,
O think how often we have walk'd,
Till our hearts caught a kindling ray,
Those hours, those walks are past!
We part, and ne'er again may meet:
Farewell! we surely meet again
A HOME EVERYWHERE.
HEAVE! mighty ocean, heave!
And blow, thou boisterous wind! Onward we swiftly glide, and leave Our home and friends behind.
Away, away we steer,
Upon the ocean's breast;