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Then far down diving with loud hollow sound ;-
ALL are born free, and all with equal rights.
While, in that nation,-shameful to relate,
Hymn for the African Colonization Society.-PIERPONT.
With thy pure dews and rains,
From Afric's shore;
Let not her children's blood
Be mingled more!
The thirst for gold.
Bound, bleeding, sold ?
By Christians wrought!
Christians have bought !
Round us have risen-
The poor man's prison !
Wilt thou not, Lord, at last,
Away all cords,
The Lord of lords !
O THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, Whom kings adored in songs sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue, Not now, on Zion's height alone,
The favored worshipper may dwell, Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well. From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayerThe incense of the heart—may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.
In this thy house, whose doors we now
For social worship first unfold,
While circling years on years are rolled.
And strength and beauty, bend the knee, And childhood lisp, with reverend air,
Its praises and its prayers to thee.
O thou, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet bards was strung, To thee, at last, in every clime,
Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.
Evening Music of the Angels.-HILLHOUSE.
Low warblings, now, and solitary harps, Were heard among the angels, touched and tuned As to an evening hymn, preluding soft To cherub voices." Louder as they swelled, Deep strings struck in, and hoarser instruments, Mixed with clear silver sounds, till concord rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim, first, with glistening eyes, Greeting his native valley, whence the sounds Of rural gladness, herds, and bleating flocks, The chirp of birds, blithe voices, lowing kine, The dash of waters, reed, or rustic pipe, Blent with the dulcet distance-mellowed bell, Come, like the echo of his early joys.
In every pause, from spirits in mid air,
Vernal Melody in the Forest.-CARLOS Wilcox.*
WITH sonorous notes
* He was a true poet, and deeply interesting in his character, both as a man and a Christian. He resembled Cowper in many respects ;-in the gentleness and tenderness of his sensibilities-in the modest and retiring disposition of his mind-in its fine culture, and its original poetical cast-and not a little in the character of his poetry. It has been said with truth, that, if he had given himself to poetry as his chief occupation, he might have been the Cowper of New England. We pretend not to place his unfinished and broken compositions on a level with the works of the author of the Task ; but they possess much of his spirit, and, at the same time, are original. "Like Cowper, “he left the ambitious and luxuriant subjects of fiction and passion, for those of real life and simple nature, and for the developement of his own earnest feelings, in behalf of moral and religious truth.” Amidst the throngs of initators, whose names have crowded the pages of the annuals and magazines, his is never to be seen; and the merits of his poetry are almost unknown to those who regulate the criticisms of the public journals. But it is both a proof and a consequence of his original powers and his elevated feelings, that, instead of devoting his mind to the composition of short, artificial pieces for the public eye, he started at once upon a wide and noble subject, with the outline in his mind of a magnificent moral poem. The history, the scenery, and the public and domestic manners in this country, afforded scope for the composition of another Task, which, if the powers of the writer were equal to his subject, would be more for America, and the religious world, ihan even Cowper's was for England and his fellow men. Mr. Wilcox did not live to execute his design ; but the fragments he has lest us are so rich, in a vein of unaffected poetry and piety, that they make is sorrowful for what we have lost, and indignant that his inerits are so little known and appreciated beyond a small circle of affectionate Christian friends.-ED.