And yet in its heart, if unsmothered by words,
It still can respond, from its innermost chords,
To generous, truthful, melodious Sense,
To beautiful language and feelings intense,
To human affection sincerely poured out,
To Eloquence, - tagged with a rhyme, or without,
To anything tasteful, and hearty, and true,
Delicate, graceful, and noble, and new.

Aye, find me the man, or the woman, or child,

Though modest yet bold, and though spirited, mild,
With a mind that can think, and a heart that can feel,
And the tongue and the pen that are skilled to reveal,
And the eye that hath wept, and the hand that will aid,
And the brow that in peril was never afraid, -
With courage to dare, and with keenness to plan,
And tact to declare what is pleasant to Mạn,
While guiding, and teaching, and training his mind,
While spurring the lazy, and leading the blind,
With pureness in youth, and religion in age,
And cordial affections at every stage,

The harp of this woman, this man, or this youth,
By genius well-strung, and made tuneful by truth,
Shall charm and shall ravish the world at its will,
And make its old heart yet tremble and thrill,
While all men shall own it, and feel it, and know it,
Gladly and gratefully, - Here is the Poet!

"YE THIRTY NOBLE NATIONS.”

A NEW BALLAD TO COLUMBIA.

YE Thirty noble nations

Confederate in One!

That keep your starry stations
Around the Western Sun –

I have a glorious mission,
And must obey the call
A claim! and a petition!
To set before you all.

Away with party blindness,
Away with petty spite!
My Claim is one of Kindness,
My Prayer is one of Right:
And while in grace ye listen
For tenderness, I know

Your eyes shall dim and glisten,

Your hearts shall thrill and glow!

For, on those hearts is written
The spirit of my song,
I claim your love for Britain,
In spite of every wrong!
I claim it for - your mother,

Your sister, and your spouse,
Your father, friend, and brother,
The "Hector of your vows!"

In spite of all the evils

That statesmen ever brewed,

Or busy printer's devils,

Or Celtic gratitude,

In spite of politicians,
And diplomatic fuss,
Your feelings and traditions
Are cordially with us!

O yes! your recollections

Look back, with streaming eye,

To pour those old affections

On scenes and days gone by;
Your Eagle well remembers
His dear old island-nest,
And sorrow stirs the embers

Of love within his breast.

Ah! need I tell of places

You dream and dwell on still? Those old familiar faces

Of English vale and hill, The sites you think of, sobbing, And seek as pilgrims seek, With brows and bosoms throbbing, And tears upon your cheek.

Or should I touch on glories
That date in ages gone,
Those dear historic stories,

When England's name was won,
The tales your children thronging
So gladly hear you tell,
And note their father's longing,
And love that longing well.

For language, follies, fashions,
Religion, honor, shame,
And human loves, and passions,
Oh! we are just the same;
You, you are England growing
To Continental state,
And we Columbia, glowing

With all that makes you great.

Yes, Anglo-Saxon brother,

I see your heart is right,

And we will warm each other,
With all our loves alight;

In feeling and in reason

My Claim is stowed away,

And kissing is in season
For ever and a day!—

And now in frank contrition,
Oh brother mine, give heed,

And hear the just Petition

My feeble tongue would plead,

I plead across the waters,
So deeply crimson-stained,
For Afric's sons and daughters
Whom freemen hold enchained!

I taunt you not unkindly
With ills you didn't make,
I would not wish you blindly
In haste the bond to break;
But tenderly and truly

To file away the chain,
And render justice duly

To Man's Estate again!

O judge ye how degrading

A Christian bought and sold!
And human monsters trading
In human flesh for gold!
When ruthlessly they plunder
Poor Afric's homes defiled,
And all to sell-asunder!
The mother, and her child.

O free and fearless nation,
Wipe out this damning spot,
Earth's worst abomination,

And nature's blackest blot
Begin and speed thee rather

To help with hand and eye
The children of your Father
Beneath his tropic sky.

He He who formed and frees us,
And makes us white within,
Who knows how Holy Jesus
May love that tinted skin!
For none can tell how darkly
The sun of Jewry shed
Its burning shadows starkly

On Jesus' homeless head!

And lo! One great salvation
Hath burst upon The World, –
And God's Illumination

Like noonday shines unfurled;
Shall bonds or color pale it?
Candace's Eunuch—say,

The first, though black, to hail it,
And love the Gospel Day!

Columbia, well I note it

That half your sons are strong
Against this ill, and vote it
A folly and a wrong;
Yet, lurks there not a loathing,

Aye, with your best inclined,
Against that sable clothing

Of Man's own heart and mind?

I charge you by your power,
Your freedom, and your fame,
To speed the blessed hour

That wipes away this Shame;
By all life's hopes and wishes,
And fears beyond the grave,
Renounce these blood-bought riches,
And frankly free the slave!

So let whatever threaten,
While God is on our side,
Columbia and Britain

The world shall well divide,
Divide? No! in one tether
Of Anglo-Saxon might
We'll hold the world together

In peace and love and right!