And duly here has childhood's train Here many a brow in beauty's prime Hath faded, like the rose-tinged cloud, white with time, And many a head grown That towered in manhood's glory proud. Oh! if from yon celestial place, Bright bands regard a world like this, Here many a sainted soul may trace With tenderest recollections fraught, How do these parting moments swell! Thou ancient nurse of holy thought, Dear, venerated dome, farewell! BENEVOLENCE. "The silver is mine, and the gold is mine-saith the Lord of Hosts." HAGGAI, II. 8. WHOSE is the gold that glitters in the mine? And the broad earth with all her gushing springs, Ye who hold Slight tenantry therein, and call your lands By your own names, and lock your gathered gold Doth ask a part, whose shall those riches be Point out to me the forms That in your treasure-chambers shall enact Glad mastership, and revel where you toiled Sleepless and stern. Strange faces are they all. Oh man! whose wrinkling labor is for heirs Nor will they thank thee, that thou didst bereave Now, thou mayest give APPEAL OF THE BLIND. TO BE SUNG AT AN EXHIBITION OF BLIND BOYS. YE see the glorious sun, The varied landscape light, The moon with all her starry train, That deck your joyous way, For us there glows no sun, No green and flowery lawn; Our rayless darkness hath no moon. Our midnight knows no dawn; The parent's pitying eye, To all our sorrows true, The brother's brow, the sister's smile, Have never met our view. |