III. Lo! far around, to utmost range of sight, IV. Go, search the hospital's unwholesome round, Ask what does most the stream of victims swell, "INTEMPERANCE, greatest curse since Adam fell; "Parent of ills, perdition's eldest born; "Dark cloud without a bow-a night that knows no morn." V. Beyond yon shadow on the welkin's verge, The factories pouring human tide on tide, VI. And note their language as they pass along- Insatiate! long death's leader thou hast been: VII. "Tis night-commotion reigns in street and lane, And mingling sounds come rolling on the blast, Like the far murmurs of the wintry main, Or fire, when raging in some forest vast; And ever and anon the cab whirls past, And round reverberates the tavern bell, And on to ruin crowds are hurrying fast : Her female finger-posts the pathway tell, Which Israel's sated king delineates so well.* Prov. vii. VIII. Where yonder gate unfolds its iron wings, Light as the snow-flake, skims the ground, a boon Of perfume giving to the smoky air. What gewgaws, jewels, gems, and frippery are there! IX. And what a cloud of suffering and sin Has been, ere furnished was this scene of show? Vices, and crimes of darkest hue and kin, All pangs the body and the mind can know— Hearts broken, floods of tears been made to flow, And weary limbs through many an irksome hour, And nakedness, and hunger, all that grow From selfishness, when backed by Mammon's power— Youth, manhood, beauty, crushed like to a trodden flower. X. That lady, bright as dream of earliest love, Scourged, starved, distorted, he had breathed his last, Scarce ratified as man's by those who shuddering past. Darkening the distance comes a funeral train, On whom has fallen the inevitable blow? Fame, through her thousand trumpets, answereth, "No "One that by trade to princely wealth did rise. 66 "Much to the church he gave at last, although Through life this truth once never met his eyes"That God will mercy have, and not a sacrifice."* XII. Man! what a strange anomaly art thou! Tyrant or slave, oppressing or oppressed, Fighting for wealth or bread with beating brow, By wants fictitious, imaged ills distressed, Now by ambition on through peril pressed. Religion's truths, so beautiful, so plain, Perverted, mystified, or trimmed, as best Yields arms to power, or plentitude to gain, Till what God meant for bliss at last becomes thy bane. *Hosea vi. 6. XIII. Thy creed is formed for thee, and stamped in youth, As is the seal on wax when it is hot; And though around should shine enlivening truth In after years, alas ! it matters not; Thou warr'st thy little hour, art gone, forgot. And whence come half the ills our life that try? Earth's teeming cities, solitudes remote, In tones of tempest "IGNORANCE" reply, The deep, the very grave is heard to join the cry. XIV. But now the sun has gained meridian height, CALF OF MAN, May, 1844. ; |