THE GOLDEN CITY.

And to this tune, which, many a day since then,
A haunting music has come back again.

Oh the golden city,

Shining far away!

With its domes and steeples tall,

And the sunlight over all;

With the waters of a bay

Rippling gently at its feet,
Dotted over with a fleet;

Oh the golden city-so beautiful to see!
It shall open wide its portals,

And I'll tell you if it be

The city of the happy,

The city of the free.

Makes his happiness a plan,

That he studies night and day,

Till he thinks it not alone,

Like his property, his own:

Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see!

But spreads it round about him,

Till all are bless'd as he;

His mind an inward sunshine,
And bright eternally.

Oh the splendid city,
Gleaming far away!

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Every man by Love possess'd
Has a priest within his breast,
And, whene'er he kneels to pray,
Never breathes a thought unkind
Against men of other mind:

Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see!
But knows that God Eternal

Will shower all blessings free On hearts that live to love Him, And cling to Charity.

Oh the gorgeous city,

Shining far away!

Where a Competence is bliss,

And each man that lives has this

For his labor of the day;

A labor not too hard,

And a bountiful reward:

Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see! Where mighty wheels creative

Revolve incessantly,

And Science gains to cheer him

A daily Victory.

Oh the glorious city,

Shining far away! —

Neither Misery nor Crime,

Nor the wrongs of ancient Time,

Nor the Kingly lust of sway

Ever come within its wall,
To degrade or to enthral:

THE GOLDEN CITY.

Oh the glorious city-so beautiful to see!
But Peace and Love, and Knowledge,

The civilizing Three,

Still prove by GOOD that has been

The BETTER that may be.

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Thus dream'd I, to this rhythm, or something near,
But far more copious, musical, and clear;
And when I waken'd, still my fancy ran

'Twas not all dream; and that large Hopes for man
Were not such idle visions as the wise,
In days like ours, should heedlessly despise :
I thought that Love might be Religion yet,
Not form alone, but soul and substance met;
The guide, the light, the glory of the mind,
Th' electric link uniting all mankind;

That if men loved, and made their Love the Law,
All else would follow: - more than ever saw
Poet or Prophet in the utmost light

Of heavenly glory opening on his sight.
But dream, or no dream, take it as it came :
It gave me hope, -it may give you the same.
And as bright Hopes make the Intention strong,
Take heart with me, and muse upon my song.

THE ENGLISH PEEP-O'-DAY-BOYS.

KNOW ye not the Peep-o'-day-boys? -
Bound, both heart and hand,

To do something worth the doing
For our English land?
Though no rebels and no traitors,

Yet a plot we've laid:
English hearts, we pray you give it
Countenance and aid;

And the watchword, if you'll join us,
You shall learn anon:
Hear it- learn it-think upon it:
'On—for ever on!'

Sanguine are the Peep-o'-day-boys:
Solemn league we've sworn,
That we'll fight a strenuous battle

For each child that's born:
And maintain with growing fervor
Its inherent right,

Not to bread and raiment only,

But to mental light

To the food of Education,

To be kept from none:

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And we hopeful Peep-o'-day-boys,

Shamed by Vice and Crime,
Think we'll manage to reform them:
Only give us time.

And as Ignorance is mother
Of the teeming brood,

We have vow'd to cease no effort
Till she is subdued:

Sturdy war we'll make against her,
Till her strength is gone:

Aid us; and repeat the watchword,
'On-for ever on!'

Other plots, we Peep-o'-day-boys,
Hour by hour, advance;

And such hatred have we taken
To Intemperance,
As the plague-spot of the people,
Poisoning brain and heart,

That we've sworn to struggle with it

On the People's part,

And already gain'd some triumphs

And a benison :

Join our league; and pass the watchword, 'On—for ever on!'

Then we think the Hangman's office

Ought not to endure:

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