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IV.

God gave him reverence of laws,
Yet stirring blood in Freedom's cause—
A spirit to his rocks akin,

The eye of the Hawk, and the fire therein!

V.

To Nature and to Holy writ

Alone did God the boy commit:

Where flashed and roared the torrent, oft
His soul found wings, and soared aloft!

VI.

The straining oar and chamois chase
Had formed his limbs to strength and grace:

On wave and wind the boy would toss,

Was great, nor knew how great he was!

VII.

He knew not that his chosen hand,
Made strong by God, his native land
Would rescue from the shameful yoke
Of Slavery the which he broke !

A CHRISTMAS CAROL.

I.

THE Shepherds went their hasty way,
And found the lowly stable-shed
Where the Virgin-Mother lay:

And now they checked their eager tread,
For to the Babe, that at her bosom clung,
A Mother's song the Virgin-Mother sung.

II.

They told her how a glorious light,
Streaming from a heavenly throng,
Around them shone, suspending night!

While sweeter than a Mother's song, Blest Angels heralded the Saviour's birth, Glory to God on high! and Peace on Earth.

III.

She listened to the tale divine,

And closer still the Babe she pressed; And while she cried, the Babe is mine!

The milk rushed faster to her breast:

Joy rose within her, like a summer's morn;
Peace, Peace on Earth! the Prince of Peace is born.

IV.

Thou Mother of the Prince of Peace,
Poor, simple, and of low estate!
That Strife should vanish, Battle cease,

O why should this thy soul elate?
Sweet Music's loudest note, the Poet's story,-
Did'st thou ne'er love to hear of Fame and Glory?

V.

And is not War a youthful King,

A stately Hero clad in Mail? Beneath his footsteps laurels spring;

Him Earth's majestic monarchs hail

Their Friend, their Playmate! and his bold bright eye

Compels the maiden's love-confessing sigh.

VI.

"Tell this in some more courtly scene,

"To maids and youths in robes of state! "I am a woman poor and mean,

"And therefore is my Soul elate.

"War is a ruffian, all with guilt defiled,
"That from the aged Father tears his Child!

VII.

"A murderous fiend, by fiends adored, "He kills the Sire and starves the Son; "The Husband kills, and from her board "Steals all his Widow's toil had won; "Plunders God's world of beauty; rends away "All safety from the Night, all comfort from the Day.

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VIII.

"Then wisely is my soul elate,

"That Strife should vanish, Battle cease:

"I'm poor and of a low estate,

"The Mother of the Prince of Peace.

Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn:

"Peace, Peace on Earth, the Prince of Peace is born."

HUMAN LIFE,

ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY.

Ir dead, we cease to be; if total gloom

Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare,
But are their whole of being! If the Breath
Be Life itself, and not its Task and Tent,
If even a soul like Milton's can know death;
O Man! thou vessel purposeless, unmeant,
Yet drone-hive strange of phantom purposes!
Surplus of nature's dread activity,

Which, as she gazed on some nigh-finished vase,
Retreating slow, with meditative pause,

She formed with restless hands unconsciously!
Blank accident! nothing's anomaly!

If rootless thus, thus substanceless thy state, Go, weigh thy dreams, and be thy Hopes, thy Fears, The counter-weights !-Thy Laughter and thy Tears Mean but themselves, each fittest to create,

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