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And never king's or conqueror's brow
He bent beneath the headsman's stroke
With an uncovered eye;
Who thronged to see him die.
A nation's funeral cry;
L. E. LANDON.
FLIGHT OF XERXES.
When like a king he bore him;
And prouder chiefs before him :
No daunting thoughts came o'er him :
He looked on ocean--its broad breast
Was covered with his fleet;
His bannered millions meet;
The thunder of their feet !
I saw him next alone; nor camp
Nor chief his steps attended;
With war-cries proudly blended.
He stood alone, whom Fortune high
He who with Heaven contended
Alone, and in despair;
For they were monarchs there;
Must all thy fury dare ;-
THE FUGITIVE SLAVE. He stood, all bleeding on the bank, above the frothing river ; He heard the wild waves roaring past, he saw their white
crests quiver; He knew that far o'er that billowy war, hands were waiting
to deliver. Dark was the might of the ocean flood, and thunder-voiced
the roar With which the broad St. Lawrence leaped by the green
Canadian shore; But close behind, the gusty wind the planter's curses bore. The fugitive raised his tearful gaze wild gleaming to the
sky:“O Heaven!” he murmured, "give me strength to reach
yon shore, or die: From whip, from chain, from slavery's stain and bondman's
bread I fly. I'm weak with hunger-spent with toil—for long hath been
my flight; And cruel eyes have traced my steps, unceasing, day and
night: Have for me care, whilst thus I dare yon battling water's
They came with blood-stained lash and gun; they stood
above the flood, And shook on high the felon whip, thick with its clotted
blood; But the dauntless slave, 'mid the foaming wave, laughed at
their baffled mood. He reached the bank, he sprang to land ;—'twas British soil
he trod! The soil where ne'er a bondman's print defiles the holy sod; But the eye turns up, like a wild-flower's cup, free, glad, and
light, to God! He looked to earth, he looked to heaven, he laughed in
frenzied glee; He felt the new-sprung power within, bestirring boundingly; And he shouted high, to earth and sky, “Free !-before
Heaven free!” An Arab steed on a desert plain; a bark on the blue sea
wave; An eagle soaring, his tawny wing in the golden light to lave;-He was nobler than all-he had shivered the thrall, and spurned the name of a slave !
SONG OF LABOUR.
ALL honour to the hard-worn hands
That earth-born toil are bearing!
That earth's cold crusts are sharing !
By bench and anvil toiling;
They keep her flag from soiling.
The good cordwainer sits him down
Upon his throne of leather,
Where clustered jewels gather:
The mind by power unbroken;
To him loud mirth and jocund gl
Are freedom's language spoken.
" Ye ho! ye ho!” the seamen shou
From every crested billow; “Ye họ! heigh ho!" each watch ab
Like music, lulls his pillow : And 'midst the storm his heart is
The light of home is burning, And kindly thoughts like blossoms
With genial spring returning.
Up from the forge the sparkling blaz
Lights on the smith to glory;
Shakes down night's tear-drops rox.
Keeps step with footfall steady; de muur TURKS Nor comes old age with creeping stea tuye
But finds them ripe and ready. somas
ans vital breutes
Oh! all things labour that have birth tons vital
From mote to towering mountain ; tan's matave
The water in its fountain :
Its motion ceases never;
To good works bound for e
the gates of death Veu with prayer Dayer appear as one, ad deed, and mind: the Father and the So lowship they find. is made by man ale Spirit pleads;
on the eternal th umbers intercedes.
Then honour to the lusty hang
That earth-born toil are beari. And honour to the sturdy bands
That earth's cold crusts are shari.
By bench and anvil toiling;
I. F. SHEPAR
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WHAT IS PRAYER ? PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed ; The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
The falling of a tear ;
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
Returning from his ways;
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”
The Christian's native air ;
He enters heaven with prayer.
The saints in prayer appear as one,
In word, and deed, and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The Holy Spirit pleads;
For mourners intercedes.
0 Thou, by whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,