A harvest of mind in these acres is glowing;
The produce is fair, and the prospect sublime!
What shapes of the beautiful, graceful and gentle,
Enrich, like an Eden-view seen from a hill,
The Great Exhibition-the Hall monumental-
The Palace of labour-The Temple of skill.

ROUND THE WORLD.

PART I.

THE wonderful world! The wonderful round,
Of rock, river, mountain and sea!

The wonder profound, with its air-robe bound,
Has a path ever open and free!

It glides with the stars in their order fair!
How peacefully ever its glides !—

Round river, and mountain, and ocean, and air,
Old quiet, serenely, abides!

The sun at the first took the day by the hand,—

Far off, in the firmament set;

He led out the day by Almighty command,

And never relinquished it yet!

Far off,—yet his smile is as near to the earth,

As if it reposed in his arms!

Far off,—yet he lighteth up love-look and mirth, And whatever charmeth, he charms!

The heaven of space round the region of air,
Tranquillity hath for its home;

No passionate tempest e'er travelleth there,—
That sea hath no furrow or foam :

The road of the earth in the wonderful round,
The march of the beautiful moon,

Are fenced with a peace more serenely profound,
Than quietest midsummer noon.

But crouch'd upon earth, the wild lion of hate, Roars rudely as ever he roar'd: Pride boasts of the ruin of goodly estate, And hails the success of the sword! Mad hypocrites mutter "Our object is good! "For all are born equal and free! “Then fill up a bumper of glory and blood, "That freedom may flow like the sea!"

Come nearer, O heaven, with light and with love;
Command that the hurricane cease;
The battle-storm hush with a breath from above,
And hallow the region with peace!
As in the profound of the wonderful round,
Abideth the blessing of calm,

Let peace upon earth, and for ever, be crown'd,
Fair owner of sceptre and palm.

PART II.

A BAND of bright spirits went round the world; But yet, ere gliding away,

They stood with their plumes of splendour furl'd, And one to another did say,

"Now over the waters, the heights, the plains, We shall pass like light serene;

And alight no more while a land remains,
That we have not surely seen."

Oh! but they were lovely, the beautiful ones;
Appearing on margin of morn,

Like figures of glory ;—or sky-born sons,
Who but to be young were born!

All golden their plumes in the light, and, lo!
Endow'd with the wealth of the west,
When the opulent clouds in splendrous glow
Are watching the sun to his rest!

It further was said by the angel band,—
"When we have surveyed the world;
In the holy light of the earth's best land,
Our plumes shall again be furl'd!”
Away then,-wherever the dayking reign'd,
They pass'd like the light serene ;

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Alighted not, long as a land remain'd,
By them, upon earth, not seen.

Ascended they higher than eagle strong;
With vision from pole to pole;

They heard the deep music of sea-born song,
And organ of ocean-roll!

Then widespreading regions before them afar,
Extended from North to South;

Where sounded the trumpet of horrible war,
And words from the cannon's mouth.

There rivers were flowing, as wide as seas;
Savannahs like oceans green;

And above vast forests of ancient trees,

Rose a flame-crown'd mountain scene;

But linger'd they not on their light-paved

way,

That beautiful angel band;

O'er the ocean of peace in serene array,
They pass'd to a distant land.

Still higher and fleeter than eagle strong,
With vision from pole to pole;

O'er the lands of the olden lore and song,
O'er the islands, great and small,
They pass'd; but finish'd at length, and, lo!
They paused in the heavens, at rest;

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Like the opulent clouds, in splendrous glow,

That wait on the sun in the west.

PART III.

As doves to the window on peaceful wing;

As musical hearts to a band,

Where voices of sweetness in rich notes ring,
Where honours the harp the hand,

So gathered from many a shining sphere,
A circle of young and fair,

Who listened while unto the hearing ear,
A spirit thus spoke in the air.

The god of war said to his servant, Pride,
To his servant, Ambition, said he,
"Look out for my worshippers, far and wide,

And summon them hither to me."

Then Pride and Ambition made answer, "They come!

Like thunder that pealeth afar,

With blast of the trumpet and roll of the drum,

They come to the worship of war!"

"What sacrifice bring they?" the god of war said; What sacrifice mighty for me?

“First, Peace,” they replied, “and the victim has fled!

They come with the blood unto thee!"