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And only there—her Paradise is found;
O blest the man whose aims and ardors' rise
And wipe Affliction's tear away,-
Go, take the wings of morn,
And fly beyond the utmost sea;
Thy God is still with thee;
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;
Whom pagan gloom oppress’d;
Be thine expected presence shown,
In glory not thine own;
Already gild their ocean's brim,
Direct all eyes to Him,
Nor thou disdain to teach
To savage hordes celestial truth,
Ennobling arts to youth:
To rule the waves, subdue the ground,
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?
That will not let thee go:
Our feet conglobe its solid mass;
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
Forbids thee to forget
When tropic gloom returns,
Mark what new stars their vigils keep; How glares the Wolf, the Phænix 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,
Of higher glories talk'd,
Those hours, those walks are past !
We part, and ne'er again may meet :
So perishingly sweet?
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;
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-0, 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;
I have of weal or wo.
With them, upon the sea
Or land, where'er I roam,
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 ours
We share it still together.