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And only there-her Paradise is found;
'Tis all a waste and desert world beside.
There smiling bands of watchful angels wait
To guard her tranquil bowers and blissful state,
And from the hallow'd limits drive afar
The furies of the soul and busy fiends of care.

O blest the man! whose aims and ardors rise
On Faith's strong pinions soaring to the skies;
Yet, while conversing here with want and wo,
Acts the good minister of Heaven below.
The poor relieved, the widow's wrongs redress'd,
The darken'd mind illumed with heavenly day,
The sympathies, that soothe the burden'd breast,
And wipe Affliction's tear away,-

These shall like fragrant incense rise,
Heaven's sweet, accepted sacrifice.
These on the friendly, generous mind,
Will draw God's choicest blessings down;
He'll mercy show, for mercies shown,
And still be kindest to the kind.


Go, take the wings of morn,
And fly beyond the utmost sea;
Thou shalt not feel thyself forlorn,
Thy God is still with thee;
And where his spirit bids thee dwell,
There, and there only, thou art well.

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,
Who turn'd thy darkness into light.

Tell them, his hovering rays

Already gild their ocean's brim,

Ere long, o'er heaven and earth to blaze-
Direct all eyes to Him,

The Sun of Righteousness, who brings
Mercy and healing on his wings.

Nor thou disdain to teach

To savage hordes celestial truth,
To infant tongues thy mother's speech,
Ennobling arts to youth:

Till warriors fling their arms aside,
O'er bloodless fields the plough to guide.

Train them, by patient toil,

To rule the waves, subdue the ground,
Enrich themselves with nature's spoil,
With harvest trophies crown'd:
Till coral reefs, 'mid desert seas,
Become the true Hesperides.

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;
Yet go-my spirit goes with thee.

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 God's witness in the heavens, yon sun, Forbids thee to forget

Those from whose eyes his orb retires

When thine his morning beauty fires.

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,
Gazed on the glories of our sky,
Of higher glories talk'd,

Till our hearts caught a kindling ray,
And burn'd within us by the way.

Those hours, those walks are past!
We part, and ne'er again may meet:
Why are the joys that will not last
So perishingly sweet?

Farewell! we surely meet again
In life or death.

Farewell till then!


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;

And dim the distant heights appear,

Like clouds along the west.

There is a loneliness

Upon the mighty deep;
And hurried thoughts upon us press,
As onwardly we sweep!

Our home-O, heavens-that word!
A name without a thing!
We are e'en as a lonely bird,
Whose home is on the wing.

My wife and little one

Are with me as I go;

And they are all beneath the sun
I have of weal or wo.

With them, upon the sea

Or land, where'er I roam,
My all on earth is still with me,
And I am still at home!

Heave, mighty ocean, heave!

And blow, thou boisterous wind! Where'er we go, we cannot leave Our home and friends behind.

Then come, my lovely bride,
And come, my child of wo;
Since we have nought on earth beside,
What matters where we go?

We heed not earthly powers,

We heed not wind nor weather; For come what will, this joy is oursWe share it still together.

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