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Young Romance raised his dreamy eyes,
O'erhung with paly locks of gold, “Why smite," he asked in sad surprise,
“ The fair, the old ?" Yet louder rang the Strong One's stroke,
Yet nearer flashed his axe's gleam; Shuddering and sick of heart I woke,
As from a dream.
I looked : aside the dust-cloud rolled,
The Waster seemed the Builder too; Up-springing from the ruined Old
I saw the New.
'Twas but the ruin of the bad,
The wasting of the wrong and ill;
Was living still.
The frown which awed me passed away,
Like breaking day.
O'er swarded war-mounds grazed the cow;
The spade and plough. Where frowned the fort, pavilions gay,
And cottage windows flower-entwined, Looked out upon the peaceful bay
And hills behind. Through vine-wreathed cups, with wine once red,
The lights on brimming crystal fell, Drawn sparkling from the rivulet-head
And mossy well. Through prison-walls, like Heaven-sent hope,
Fresh breezes blew, and sunbeams strayed,
And with the idle gallows-rope
The young child played. Where the doomed victim in his cell
Had counted o'er the weary hours, Glad school-girls, answering to the bell,
Came crowned with flowers.
Grown wiser for the lesson given,
I fear no longer, for I know
The best fruits grow.
The pious fraud transparent grown, The good held captive in the use
Of wrong alone,These wait their doom, from that great law
Which makes the past time serve to-day ; And fresher life the world shall draw
From their decay.
The new is old, the old is new,
Still sweeping through. So wisely taught the Indian seer ;
Destroying Seva, forming Brahm, Who wake by turns Earth's love and fear,
Are one, the same. Idly as thou, in that old day
Thou mournest, did thy sire repine ; So, in his time, thy child grown grey
Shall sigh for thine. But life shall on and upward go;
The eternal step of Progress beats To that great anthem, calm and slow,
Which God repeats.
Take heart !—the Waster builds again,-
A charmed life old Goodness hath;
Is not for death.
His first propulsion from the night :
With morning light!
CLERICAL OPPRESSORS. [In the report of the celebrated pro-slavery meeting in Charleston, S. C., on the 4th of the 9th month, 1835, published in the Courier of that city, it is stated, “The clergy of all denominations attended in a body, lending their sanction to the proceedings, and adding by their presence to the impressive character of the scene."]
Just God !-and these are they Who minister at thine altar, God of Right ! Men who their hands with prayer and blessing lay
On Israel's Ark of light!
What! preach, and kidnap men?
Bolt hard the captive's door?
What! servants of thy own
The tasked and plundered slave!
Pilate and Herod friends!
Strength to the spoiler, thine ?
Paid hypocrites, who turn Judgment aside, and rob the Holy Book Of those high words of truth which search and burn
In warning and rebuke;
Feed fat, ye locusts, feed!
Ye pile your own full board.
How long, O Lord! how long
At thy own altars pray ?
Is not thy hand stretched forth Visibly in the heavens, to awe and smite ? Shall not the living God of all the earth,
And heaven above, do right?
Woe then to all who grind
Its bright and glorious crown!
Woe to the priesthood! woe
The searching truths of God!
Their glory and their might
Of a world's liberty.
Oh speed the moment on When Wrong shall cease, and Liberty and Love And Truth and Right throughout the earth be known,
As in their home above !
THE CHRISTIAN SLAVE. [In a late publication of L. T. Tasistro,-Random Shots and Southern Breezes, — is a description of a slave auction at New Orleans, at which the auctioneer recommended the woman on the stand as “ A GOOD CHRISTIAN!]
“A CHRISTIAN! going, gone!"
Hath in her suffering won?
My God! can such things be?
Is even done to thee?
In that sad victim, then,
Bound, sold, and scourged again!
A Christian up for sale!
Her patience shall not fail!
A heathen hand might deal
Ye neither heed nor feel.
Con well thy lesson o'er,
The outcast and the poor.
But wisely shut the ray
One stern command,- OBEY!