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PLACE the white man on Afric's coast,
in blood delight, Who of their scorn to Europe boast,
And paint their very demons white : There, while the sterner sex disdains
To soothe the woes they cannot feel, Woman will strive to heal his pains,
And weep for those she cannot heal : Hers is warm pity's sacred glow;
From all her stores, she bears a part, And bids the spring of hope reflow,
That languish'd in the fainting heart.
“ What though so pale his haggard face,
So sunk and sad his looks,” she cries ; 66 And far unlike our nobler race,
With crisped locks and rolling eyes ; Yet misery marks him of our kind;
We see him lost, alone, afraid ; And pangs of body, griefs in mind,
Pronounce him man, and ask our aid.
"Perhaps in some far distant shore,
There are who in these forms delight; Whose milky features please them more,
Then ours of jet thus burnish'd bright: Of such may be his weeping wife,
Such children for their sire may call, And if we spare his ebbing life,
Our kindness may preserve them all.”
Thus her compassion Woman shows,
Beneath the Line her acts are these; Nor the wide waste of Lapland-snows
Can her warm flow of pity freeze :
“ From some sad land the stranger comes,
Where joys like ours are never found; Let's soothe him in our happy homes,
Where freedom sits, with plenty crown'd.
“ 'Tis good the fainting soul to cheer,
To see the famish'd stranger fed ; To milk for him the mother-deer,
To smooth for him the furry bed. The Powers above our Lapland bless
With good no other people know, T' enlarge the joys that we possess,
By feeling those that we bestow !”
Thus in extremes of cold and heat,
Where wandering man may trace his kind; Wherever grief and want retreat,
In Woman they compassion find; She makes the female breast her seat,
And dictates mercy to the mind. Man may the sterner virtues know,
Determin'd justice, truth severe; But female hearts with pity glow,
And Woman holds affliction dear: For guiltless woes her sorrows flow,
And suffering vice compels her tear, 'Tis hers to soothe the ills below,
And bid life's fairer views appear.
What comforts and delights us here;
THE bird let loose in eastern skies”,
When fondly hastening home,
Where idler wanderers roam :
Above all low delay,
Nor shadow dims her way.
So grant me, God, from earthly care,
From pride and passion free,
To wing my course to Thee.
My soul, as home she springs;
A WINTER'S MORNING.
The morning vapour rests upon the heights,
The carrier pigeon flies at an elevated pitch, in order to surmount every obstacle between her and the place to which she is destined.
The crusted window of each scatter'd cot,
The birds now quit their holes and lurking sheds,
lank hare flies homeward to his den,
MRS. JOANNA BAILLIE.
It wav'd not through an Eastern sky,
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
But fair the exild Palm-tree grew
Strange look'd it there! - the willow stream'd
There came an eve of festal hours -
a fairy show Under the blossoms to and fro.
But one, a lone one, ’midst the throng,
And slowly, sadly, mov'd his plumes,