And dearer to his love, thy name, Than the trumpet's loudest note of fame Sped not to Palestine, men, who Aye, they went forth and they were two* The field is ripe, and where are they? Send labourers!-these have winged their way EXPOSTULATION, OCCASIONED BY THE REMOVAL OF THE CHEROKEES. STAY, yet, white man, heaven no longer Can thy lust of gain endure; 66 Lo, the Indian!"-child of sorrow, Grief is his, no ray of gladness Beams upon his dwelling place. Messrs. Fisk and Parsons. Free as were his mountain breezes, Wouldst thou chase him from his covert, Wouldst thou tear him from the hill-side, Where his father's ashes lie? Thou hast seen upon his reason MAN! of these wouldst thou despoil him? God of justice, though pavilioned A 2 MRS. SARAH J She wakes not-she whose look was love, She that was beauteous and sincere, She wakes not-aye, from that long sleep She wakes not till the trumpet's tongue The heart that knew affliction's power, The oft-dimmed eye, now sealed, Shall beat not, beam not, till that hour In thunders is revealed. She wakes not early ills to brave, The tears she unto sorrow gave, Are gems of beauty now. She wakes not—yea, she hath awoke! Escaped from night below; What floods of morn have on her broke, That bright one, who may know? TO MY TWO CHILDREN. YE are alive to bliss, my boys, Do they not hover o'er your way? Your bounding bosoms, light and freeNor past nor future is their care; Sufficeth it alone, that ye The bright alluring present share. 'Tis transient all-yet who shall break Dream on, dream on, it cannot last, But shadows of the dead shall seem. Who would forget, that when a child, That then imagination wild, Flashed to the eyes that now are dim; Who can forget when hope danced high, And Syren-Love of witchery sung? Some may forget, but ne'er shall I, The white-winged hours when joy was young. Yea, though upon my tempered brow 'Tis pleasant as I wander now, To linger o'er my childish hours. Aye, smile my boys, 't were better so, Laugh on, my children, while ye may, Yet lingers in your perfect bliss, And childhood's love, and childhood's kiss, |