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Who guides the moon to run
In silence through the skies?
Who bids that dawning sun

In strength and beauty rise?

There view immensity! behold! my God is there;
The sun, the moon, the stars His majesty declare.

See where the mountains rise;
Where thundering torrents foam;
Where, veiled in towering skies,
The eagle makes his home;
Where savage Nature dwells,
My God is present too;
Through all her wildest dells
His footsteps I pursue;

He reared those giant cliffs, supplies that dashing stream,
Provides the daily food which stills the wild bird's scream.

Look on that world of waves,
Where finny nations glide;
Within whose deep, dark caves
The ocean-monsters hide:
His power is sovereign there,
To raise, to quell the storm;
The depths his bounties share,
Where sport the scaly swarm:

Tempest and calms obey the same almighty voice
Which rules the earth and skies, and bids far worlds rejoice.

No human thought can soar
Beyond her boundless might;
He swells the thunder's roar,
He spreads the wings of night.

Oh, praise his works divine!

Bow down thy soul in prayer;
Nor ask for other sign

That God is everywhere:

The viewless Spirit, He!-immortal, holy, blest:
Oh, worship Him in faith, and find eternal rest!

LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.

HE breaking waves dashed high

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On the stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky

Their giant branches tossed;

And the heavy night hung dark

The hills and waters o'er,

When a band of exiles moored their bark

On the wild New-England shore.

Not as the conqueror comes,

They, the true-hearted, came;

Not with the roll of the stirring drums,
And the trumpet that sings of fame:

Not as the flying come,

In silence and in fear;

They shook the depth of the desert's gloom
With their hymns of lofty cheer.

Amid the storm they sang,

And the stars heard, and the sea;

And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang

To the anthem of the free.

The ocean eagle soared

From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared: This was their welcome home.

There were men with hoary hair
Amid that pilgrim band,

Why have they come to wither there,

Away from their childhood's land?

There was woman's fearless eye,
Lit by her deep love's truth;

There was manhood's brow, serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.

What sought they thus, afar?
Bright jewels of the mine?

The wealth of seas, the spoils of war?
They sought a faith's pure shrine!

Ay, call it holy ground,

The soil where first they trod!

They have left unstained what there they found –
Freedom to worship God!

THE BELL OF LIBERTY.

When the Declaration of Independence was adopted by Congress, the event was announced by ringing the old State-House bell, which bore the inscription," Proclaim liberty throughout the land, to all the inhabitants thereof!" The old bellman stationed his little grandson at the door of the hall, to await the instructions of the doorkeeper when to ring. At the word, the young patriot rushed out, and, clapping his hands, shouted:-"Ring! RING! RING!"

THERE was a tumult, in the city *

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In the quaint, old Quakers' town, S
And the streets, were rife, with people,
Pacing restless up and down-
People gathering at corners,

Where they whispered, each to each,
And the sweat, stood, on their templės
With the earnestness of speech..

As the bleak Atlantic currents

Lash the wild Newfoundland shore,
So they beat against the State House,
So they surged against the door;
And the mingling of their voices
Made a harmony profound,
Till the quiet street of Chestnut
Was all turbulent with sound.

* Philadelphia.

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"Will they do it?" Dare they do it?"

"Who is speaking?"

"What's the news?" "What of Adams?" "What of Sherman?" "Oh, God grant they won't refuse!" $ "Make some way there!" "Let me nearer!" "I am stifling!" "Stifle, then!

When a nation's life's at hazard,
We've no time to think of men!"

So they beat against the portal,
Man and woman, maid and child;
And the July sun in heaven

On the scene looked down and smiled-
The same sun that saw the Spartan

Shed his patriot blood, in vain, Now beheld the soul of freedom, All unconquered, rise again.

See! See! The dense crowd quivers
Through all its lengthy line,
As the boy beside the portal
Looks forth, to give the sign!
With his little hands uplifted,
Breezes, dallying with his hair,
Hark! with deep, clear intonation,
Breaks his young voice, on the air:

Hushed the people's swelling murmur,
List the boy's exultant cry!
"Ring!" he shouts, "Ring! grandpa,
Ring! oh, ring for Liberty!"
Quickly, at the given signal

The old bellman lifts his hand,
Forth he sends the good news, making
Iron music, through the land.

How they shouted! What rejoicing!
How the old bell shook the air,
Till the clang of freedom. ruffled
The calmly gliding Delaware!

How the bonfires and the torches

Lighted up the night's repose,

And, from the flames, like fabled Phoenix,
Our glorious Liberty arose!

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That old State-House bell is silent,
Hush'd is now its clamorous tongue;
But the spirit it awaken'd

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And when we greet the smiling sunlight
On the fourth of each July,

We will ne'er forget the bellman
Who, betwixt the earth and sky,

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Which, please God, shall never die!

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THE UNION.

"Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable!"-WEBSTER.

HE Union! The Union! The hope of the free!

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Howsoe'er we may differ, in this we agree:

Our glorious banner no traitor shall mar

By effacing a stripe, or destroying a star!

Division! No, never! The Union forever!

And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

The Union! The Union! 'T was purchased with blood!

Side by side, to secure it, our forefathers stood:

From the North to the South, through the length of the land,
Ran the war-cry which summon'd that patriot band!
Division! No, never! The Union forever!

And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

The Union! The Union! At Lexington first,
Through the clouds of oppression, its radiance burst:
But at Yorktown roll'd back the last vapory crest,
And, a bright constellation, it blazed in the West!
Division! No, never! The Union forever!

And cursed be the hand that our country would sever!

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