ODE FOR THE 43D ANNIVERSARY OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. WHEN the birth of creation proclaimed to the skies, The Eternal beheld from his dark burning throne, When the bright beams advancing to Liberty's morn, Again the bright cherubim wakened the song, With hearts warmed with love and devotion inspired, We hallow the era of FREEDOM and TIME;* With the pure flame of union each bosom is fired, While "good-feeling" extends to the FREE of each clime. To the Chieftain, whose green laurelled fame blossoms fair, Now sainted above, but remembered below; To those who on freedom's blest altar did swear, This Day, with emotion, the pledge is renewed, O long may the banner of Union unfurled, May'st thou flourish, my country, the pride of the world, * The Anniversary occurred on Sunday. JEHOVAH'S LOVE. THE eagle on its mountain height, Beneath the eastern sky, Securely views the source of light If lost in glory's azure blaze, Thus on the mount of faith and JEHOVAH'S love is seen; prayer, Sure vision strengthened, gazes there, Without a veil between. Then dim is every joy, compared With bliss that never cloys; And light the sorrows each hath shared, When matched with heavenly joys. WILT THOU, O LORD. WILT thou, O Lord, who wast enthroned on high, For thou dost walk upon the whirlwind's brow; Be still, my soul; be calm, ye rising fears;- And he shall wipe all sorrowing tears away. WHEN THE ROSE. WHEN the rose in Sharon blooming,* Sheds sweet fragrance on the air, Each loved tint new grace assuming, Doth its varied charms declare. When the lily 'neath the mountain, Fair are Sharon's blooming roses, 'Mid each blush, delight reposes, Nectared sweets embalm the gale,— *Solomon's Songs, ii. 1. |