Bears, wolves, and sea-monsters, they rush'd from

their den;

We taught them, we tamed them, we turn'd them

to men.

"Love led the wild hordes in his flower-woven bands, The tenderest, strongest of chains!

Love married our hearts, he united our hands,
And mingled the blood in our veins ;

One race we became :-on the mountains and plains,
Where the wounds of our country were closed,

The Ark of Religion reposed,

The unquenchable Altar of Liberty blazed,

And the Temple of Justice in Mercy was raised.

“Ark, Altar, and Temple, we left with our breath To our children, a sacred bequest!

O guard them, O keep them, in life and in death; So the shades of your fathers shall rest,

And your spirits with ours be in Paradise blest :

-Let ambition, the sin of the brave,

And Avarice, the soul of a slave,

No longer seduce your affections to roam

From Liberty, Justice, Religion, AT HOME!"

THE

COMMON LOT.

ONCE in the flight of ages past,

There lived a man :—and WHO was HE?

-Mortal! howe'er thy lot be cast,

That Man resembled Thee.

Unknown the region of his birth,
The land in which he died unknown:

His name has perish'd from the earth,
This truth survives alone :-

That joy and grief, and hope and fear,
Alternate triumph'd in his breast;

His bliss and woe,—a smile, a tear!
-Oblivion hides the rest.

*

The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
The changing spirits' rise and fall;
We know that these were felt by him,
For these are felt by all.

He suffer'd, but his pangs are o'er;

Enjoy'd, but his delights are fled ;

Had friends, his friends are now no more;

And foes, his foes are dead.

He loved, but whom he loved, the grave

Hath lost in its unconscious womb :

O she was fair but nought could save
Her beauty from the tomb.

He saw whatever thou hast seen;

Encounter'd all that troubles thee:

He was

whatever thou hast been

He is what thou shalt be.

The rolling seasons, day and night,

Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main,
Erewhile his portion, life and light,

To him exist in vain.

The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye
That once their shades and glory threw,
Have left in yonder silent sky

No vestige where they flew.

The annals of the human race,

Their ruins, since the world began,

Of HIM afford no other trace

Than this,-THERE LIVED A MAN!

THE END.

EDINBURGH:
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