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And thought strange sleep enchained her soul,
6 That eve, I knelt me down in wo
Yet, still my temples seemed to glow
7 Years fled-and left me childhood's joy,
I rose a wild and wayward boy,
8 Fierce passions shook me like a reed,
That soft hand made my bosom bleed,
9 Youth came-the props of Virtue reeled!-But oft at day's decline,
A marble touch my brow congealed-
10 In foreign lands I traveled wide,
11 Yet, still that hand, so soft and cold, Maintained its mystic sway,
As when amid my curls of gold
12 And with it breathed a voice of care As from the lowly sod,
My son-my only one-beware!
13 Ye think, perchance, that age hath stole
14 This brow the plumed helm displayed
15 That hallowed touch was ne'er forgot!-
16 And if I e'er in heaven appear,
Relief of the Soldiers of the Revolution.-SPRAgue.
GENTLEMEN tell us, that the law is too liberal; that it goes too far, and they would repeal it. They would take back even the little which they have given! And is this possible? Look abroad upon this wide extended land, upon its wealth, its happiness, its hopes; and then turn to the aged soldier, who gave you all, and see him descend in neglect and poverty to the tomb! The time is short. A few years and these remnants of a former will no longer be seen. Then we shall indulge unavailing regrets for our present apathy: for, 2 how can the ingenuous mind look upon the grave of an injured benefactor? How poignant the reflection, that the time for reparation and atonement has gone for ever! In what bitterness of soul shall we look back upon the infatuation which shall have cast aside an opportunity, which never can return, to give peace to our consciences! We shall then endeavor to stifle our convictions, by empty honors to their bones. We shall raise high the monument, and trumpet loud their deeds, but it will be all in vain. It cannot warm the hearts 3 which shall have sunk cold and comfortless to the earth. This is no illusion. How often do we see, in our public Gazettes, a pompous display of honors to the memory of some veteran patriot, who was suffered to linger out his latter days in unregarded penury!
"How proud we can press to the funeral array
We are profuse in our expressions of gratitude to 4 the soldiers of the revolution. We can speak long and loud in their praise, but when asked to bestow something substantial upon them, we hesitate and palter. To them we owe every thing, even the soil which we tread, and the air of freedom which we breathe. Let us not turn them houseless from habitations which they have erected, and refuse them even a pittance from the exuberant fruits of their own labors.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest,
By fairy hands their knell is rung,
Comfort ye my People.-BIBLE.
COMFORT ye, comfort ye my people!
Saith your God.
Speak ye comfortably to Jerusalem, and cry unto her, That her warfare is accomplished,
That her iniquity is pardoned:
For she hath received of the Lord's hand
Double for all her sins.
The voice of him that crieth in the wilderness,
Make straight in the desert a highway for our God!
And every mountain and hill shall be made low:
And the rough places plain:
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.— The voice said, Cry! And he said, What shall I cry? All flesh is grass,
And all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field:
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth :
The grass withereth, the flower fadeth:
But the word of our God shall stand for ever.
O Zion, that bringest good tidings! get thee up
O Jerusalem, that bringest good tidings!
Lift it up, be not afraid;
Say unto the cities of Judah, Behold your God!
Behold his reward is with him,
He shall feed his flock like a shepherd:
And shall gently lead those that are with young.
5 Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, And meted out heaven with the span,
And comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, And weighed the mountains in scales,
And the hills in a balance?
Who hath directed the Spirit of the Lord,
Or, being his counselor, hath taught him?
With whom took He counsel, and who instructed him,
And taught him in the path of judgment,
6 And showed to him the way of understanding?
Behold! the nations are as a drop of a bucket,
Nor the beasts thereof sufficient for a burnt offering.
And they are counted to him less than nothing, and
To whom then will ye liken God?
7 Or what likeness will ye compare unto him?
And the goldsmith spreadeth it over with gold,
He that is so impoverished that he hath no oblation
He seeketh unto him a cunning workman to prepare a graven image, that shall not be moved.
Have ye not known? have ye not heard?
8 Have ye not understood from the foundations of the
It is He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth,
He maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Yea-they shall not be sown:
9 Yea-their stock shall not take root in the earth: And He shall also blow upon them, and they shall
And the whirlwind shall take them away as stubble. To whom then will ye liken Me,
Or shall I be equal?
Saith the Holy One.
Lift up your eyes on high, and behold!
That bringeth out their host by number:
10 He calleth them all by names: by the greatness of his might, (for that he is strong in power)
Not one faileth.