FALSE ESTIMATE OF THE WORLD.

WHEN titles, wealth, and pow'r combine

To raise the man unjust,

Fools almost worship, as divine,
This reptile of the dust.

To him mean adulation pays

The tribute of her breath ;-
Nay gives her very murd'rer praise,
While in the pangs of death.

Friends swarm around his board, like flies
To lick th' entangling sweet;
While want in supplication lies,

A worm beneath his feet.

Talk of idolatry who will,

'Tis ev'ry where the same; Een CHRISTIANS have their idol still, And MONEY is the name.

E'en PRIESTS obey its sovereign" call”...

The good of souls at heart; And as their wages rise or fall,

Can tarry, or depart.

If lean the flock, and short the fleece,

Their duty calls away'; Not all the eloquence of Greece,

Could flatter them to stay.

The magic of a single word,
Can give another fold,

These holy servants of the Lord-
A larger lump of gold.

The glitt'ring of a title shows
The man in wisdom big;

Like a bright ring within the nose
Of wizzard's well-learn'd 'pig.'

All stuff-disgusting empty trash--
No solid worth appears
Attendant on the man of CASH-
A jackass-all but ears.

And yet the only passport this,
To honor, pow'r and fame;
The sum of sublunary bliss,
Is man's eternal shame..

Wrapp'd in course rags, see genius lie, Extinguish'd and forgot;

Which blaz'd a meteor through the sky, But perish'd where it shot!

With loads of poverty worn down,

The man of merit stands; Oft the derision of a clown,

And fetter'd by his hands,

But there's a retribution day,

When man shall have his right,
When deeds of darkness and dismay,
Shall all be brought to light.

With patience wait GOD's own due time,
For come it will, at last,
When Virtue's recompence sublime,
IS-HEAVEN for HELL that's past.

"Virtue and Vice, Liberty and Oppression, are beloved and detested, by the good and bad, of all countries and nations."

THERE is a tie in kindred souls,
Which nothing can dissever;
And though as distant as the poles,
Attractions feel forever;

As the same sun illumes and warms,
So the same spirit lights and charms.

Conning the leaves of hist'ry o'er,

How the heart thrills with pleasure,
To find the man, who lives no more,
(Our bosom's dearest treasure)
Lives-moves-converses face to face,
Like ghosts in some enchanted place.

Virtue is ev'ry where alike,

Belov'd in ev'ry nation,

While Vice ne'er fails the mind to strike

With horrid detestation;

Though, with misnomer, various times,

Vices are virtues-virtues, crimes.

These two great leading chiefs are found,
Sim'lar in size and stature,

Known, but unchang'd, the world around,
Invincible by nature;

Eternal warfare is their game

Eternal vict'ry-man their aim.

One seeks his object to destroy
By captivating splendor,
And calls up pow'rs in his employ,
Worse than the witch of Endor;
The other uses ev'ry art

To vanquish-but to save the heart,

Enlisted on the side of Vice,

Are slavery and oppression;

Kings, with a heart as cold as ice,

Join in the black procession;

Their motto-prisons, death and pains-
Their music-groans; their weapons--chains.

But Virtue numbers in her train,

The world's great benefactors,

Who always have and will maintain
The name of noble actors-
Heroes in freedom's glorious cause
Of equal rights, and rightful laws.

Grecian and Roman, English, French,
Philosophers and heroes,

Have grac'd the field, the bar, the bench, (Though all have had their Neroes) Perish'd in liberty's defence,

Or bled for injur'd innocence.

Americans have caught the flame, may it burn eternal !

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A sun to light their path of fame, Through groves forever vernal, Where freedem's sacred temple stands, Built by immortal patriots" hands.

Though fiends of tyranny essay
This temple to demolish;
To drive its worshippers away,
Its rituals abolish;

As Satan once like lightning fell,
"Tis proof against the gates of hell.

Religion, Virtue, Freedom, Truth,
The same in ev'ry nation;
Their heritage-unfading youth,
Their residence-creations'