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(COWPER.) He is the freeman, whom the truth' makes free; I And all are slaves beside. | There's not a chain That hellish foes, confederate for his harm, I Can wind around him, but he casts it off | With as much ease as Samson his green withes. | He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor, perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, I Calls the delightful scenery all his own. I His are the mountains ; I and the val·leys his ; ] And the resplendent riv'ers : his to enjoy | With a propriety that none can feel, i But who, with filial confidence inspired, I Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, 1 And, smiling, say,-- 1 “My Father made them all !" ! Are they not his by a peculiar right', / And by an emphasis of interest his, 1 Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy', ' Whose heart with praise',' and whose exalted mind With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love | That plann'd, and built, I and still upholds a world So clothed with beauty, for rebellious man, ? | Yes' — \ ye may fill your garners, 1 ye that reap The loaded soil, I and ye may waste much good In senseless riot ; ; but ye will not find In feast', ! or in the chase', ; in song', or dance', ' A liberty like his, / who, unimpeach'd Of usurpation, and to no man's wrong, I Appropriates nature as his Father's work, And has a richer use of yours than you.! He is indeed a freeman: 1 free by birth: Of no mean cit.y, I plann'd or ere the hills:

Were built, the fountains open'd, or the sea'i
With all his roaring multitude of waves. i
His freedom is the same in ev'ry state; /
And no condition of this changeful life,
So manifold in cares, whose ev'ry day
Brings its own evil with it, I makes it less, ; ,
For he has wings | that neither sickness, pain',
Nor pen'ury I can cripple, or confine : ,
No nook so narrow but he spreads them there
With ease', and is at large. : | the oppressor holds
His body bound, I but knows not what a range
His spirit takes, I unconscious of a chain ; 1
And that to bind him, , is a vain attempt', '
Whom God delights in, and in whom he dwells.


(CAMPBELL.) There came to the beach, a poor exile of Erin;

The dew on his thin robe, was heavy, and chill; 1 For his country he sigh'd when at twilight repairing, !

To wander alone by the wind-beaten hilli But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion ; 1 For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, ! Where once, in the fervor of youth's warm emotion,

He sung the bold anthem of Erin go bragh. |

Sad is my fate! (said the heart-broken stranger),

The wild-deer, and wolf to a covert can flee; 1 But I have no refuge from famine, and danger: 1

A home, and a country remain not to me. -|| Never again in the green sunny bowers, 1 Where my forefathers liv'd, shall I spend the sweet

hours', ! Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, 1

And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh !!

Erin, my country!, though sad, and forsaken,

In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; / But, alas ! in a far foreign land, I awaken,

And sigh for the friends thint can meet me no more. I O cruel fate! | wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace / where no perils can chase' me? | Never again shall my brothers embrace' me, -1

They died to defend me, I or live to deplore! | Where is my cab'in-door, 1 fast by the wild, wood ? i

Sisters, and sire, did ye weep for its fall' ? | Where is the mother that look'd on my child hood ? |

And where is the bosom-friend, dearer than all.? 1 O my sad soul! long abandon'd by pleasure, Why did it dote on a fast-fading treas, ure!! Tears, like the rain-drops, may fall without meas'ure; ,

But rapture, and beauty they cannot recall. i Yet all its fond recollections suppressing, 1

One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw,:/ Erin! an exile bequeaths thee his bles'sing!!

Land of my forefathers ! | Erin go bragh! || Buried, and cold, when my heart stills her motion, I Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean!! And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion-- !

Erin ma vournin ! - | Erin go bragh !*||



(WOLFE.) Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note', /

As his corse to the rampart we hur,ried ; 1 Not a soldier dischargd his farewell shot

O'er the grave where our hero we buried. |

• Ireland my darling! - Ireland for ever!

We buried him darkly at dead of night', 1

The sods with our bayonets turning,
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light,

And the lantern diinly burning. I
No useless coffin enclosd his breast,

Nor in sheel, nor in shroud, we bound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him.
Few, and short were the prayers we said ; |

And we spoke not a word of sorrow; 1
But we steadfastly gaz'd on the face of the dead; 1

And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hallow'd his narrow bed, 1

And smooth'd down his lonely pillow, That the foe, and the stranger would tread o'er his

head ; 1
And we far away on the billow.
Lightly they 'll talk of the spirit that's gone, ,

And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him; 1
But nothing he 'll reck, if they let him sleep on

In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
But half of our heavy task was done,

When the clock told the hour for retiring; And we knew by the distant, and random gun, i

That the foe was sullenly firing. I Slowly, and sadly we laid him down

From the field of his fame, fresh, and gory:1 We carv'd not a line, - we rais'd not a stone',

But left him alone in his glory. I



(GOLDSMITH.) The universe may be considered as the palace in which the Deity resides; and the earth, as one of its

apart.ments. | In this, all the meaner races of anjinated nature / mechanically obey him; I and stand ready to execute his commands without hesitation. Man alone is found refrac tory: he is the only being,, endued with a power of contradicting these mandates. The Deity was pleased to exert superior power in creating him a superior being; | a being endued with a choice of good, and evil; I and capable, in some measure, I of co-operating with his own intentions. | Man, therefore, I may be considered as a limited creature, | endued with powers, / imitative of those residing in the Deity. I He is thrown into a world that stands in need of his help'; / and he has been granted a power of producing harmony from partial confusion. I

If, therefore, we consider the earth | as allotted for our habitation, / we shall find, that much has been given us to enjoy, I and much to amend, ; i that we have ample reasons for our gratitude, I and many for our industry. In those great outlines of nature, I to which art cannot reach, I and where our greatest efforts must nave been ineffectual, \ God himself has finished every thing with amazing grandeur, and beauty. | Our beneficent Father has considered these parts of nature as peculiarly his own.; I as parts which no creature could have skill, or strength to amend ; , and he has, therefore, made them incapable of altera'tion, or of more perfect regularity. | The heavens, and the firmament show the wisdom, and the glory of the Workman. | Astronomers, who are best skilled in the symmetry of systems, I can find nothing there that they can alter for the better. | God made these perfect, I because no subordinate being could correct their defects.

When, therefore, ' we survey nature on this side, nothing can be more splendid, more correct, or amazing. | We there behold a Deity | residing in the midst of a universe, I infinitely extended every way, i animating all, I and cheering the vacuity with his presence. We behold an immense, and shapeless mass of matter,

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