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Their hearts no proud hereafter swelled ;
Deep shadows veiled the way they held ; The yell of vengeance was their trump of fame, Their monument, a grave without a name.
Yet, strong in weakness, there they stand,
On yonder ice-bound rock,
To meet fate's rudest shock.
With him the waste who trod,
The Christian turns to God!
In grateful adoration now,
As waits to crown that feeble hour!
There falls the iron from the soul ;
Up to the King of kings !
The dreaming nations shall awake,
Pontiff and prince, your sway
Must crumble from that day :
The hand is raised, the pledge is given -
Spread out earth's holiest records here,
Of days and deeds to reverence dear ; A zeal like this what pious legends tell ?
On kingdoms built
In blood and guilt,
But what exploit with theirs shall page,
Who rose to bless their kind, -
Man's spirit to unbind?
Who boundless seas passed o’er,
To dedicate a shore,
To err is human ; to forgive, divine.
Prosperity gains friends, and adversity tries them. Note. When two words are opposed to each other, and contrasted with two other words, the emphasis on the four words is called double.
When, from the sacred garden driven,
Man Aled before his Maker's wrath,
'Twas Art! sweet Art! New radiance broke
Where her light foot flew o'er the ground, And thus with seraph voice she spoke –
• The curse a blessing shall be found.”
She led him through the trackless wild,
Where noontide sunbeam never blazed ; The thistle shrank, the harvest smiled,
And Nature gladdened as she gazed. Earth's thousand tribes of living things,
At Art's command, to him are given ; The village grows, the city springs,
And points their spires of faith to heaven.
He rends the oak - and bids it ride,
To guard the shores its beauty graced ; He smites the rock - upheaved in pride,
See towers of strength and domes of taste. Earth's teeming caves their wealth reveal ;
Fire bears his banner on the wave; He bids the mortal poison heal,
And leaps triumphant o'er the grave.
He plucks the pearls that stud the deep,
Admiring Beauty's lap to fill ;
And mocks his own Creator's skill.
He bids the ore illume the page,
Commerces with an unborn age.
In fields of air he writes his name,
And treads the chambers of the sky; He reads the stars, and grasps the flame
That quivers round the throne on high.
In war renowned, in peace sublime,
Links realm to realm, and race to race.
A friend cannot be known in prosperity; and an enemy cannot be hidden in adversity.
This without those obtains a vain employ,
Note. — When three emphatic words are opposed to three other emphatic words in the same sentence, the emphasis is called treble.
Progress of Reform.
E. H. CHAPIN.
That our age holds an amount of refinement and civilization that preceding ages did not have, seems evident. We may not see minutely how this operation of human progress goes on
we may not be able to trace the transfusion of the good and the true through every particle and member. But we see the grand result. So the great ocean comes on imperceptibly. Men build their huts at the foot of some huge mountain, and till the green fields that spread out before them, thinking nothing so permanent. But, by and by, other men come that way, and the green fields are all gone. The summer fruit has long since been gathered. Where the husbandman found his wealth, the fisher draws his support; where the sickles rustled in the bending corn, the ships of war go fleeting by; and the old mountain has become a gray and wave-beaten crag — a landmark to the distant mariner, and a turret where the sea-bird screams,
But this was accomplished imperceptibly. One generation may not have witnessed the advancement of the waters; another may have passed away without noting it; but slowly they kept advancing. And by and by, all men saw it — saw the grand result, though they did not mark each successive operation. So with human progress. One age may scarcely perceive it, and another may die without faith in it; but we must take some distant period, that is not too closely blended with our time, and compare that with the present; and in the grand result we shall discover that there has been human progress.
Still, some may say, “ Yes, there has been progress, but not over the whole world ; there have been salient points, but also retreating angles; and when you speak of human progress, you must appeal to the world at large — say, has that advanced ?” I answer, that in the world, somewhere, there has been a constant tendency to advancement. Even the dark times have been seasons of fruition; the middle ages nourished and prepared glorious elements of human reformation. If one nation has lost the thread of advancement, another has taken it up; and so the work has gone forward — if not in the race, as a whole, at any one time, yet in the race somewhere. But the race is fundamentally the same, and what may be predicated of a portion of mankind, as belonging essentially to humanity, may be predicated of the whole; and so in the advancement of a portion of the race, the whole becomes hopeful.
The capacity of the race for progress has been demonstrated. Is that capacity never to be gratified ? Though the period never has been that all the race were at the same time on the same level, — who shall say that the time never will come ? that it never can come ? Who shall say, so long as the capacity exists, how quick the transfusion of what is excellent in one portion may be made through the whole ? A victory over the formal Asiatic, grim and bloody as it is, may be one agent of such transfusion. A triumph of ma