But where all our hopes are tending,

Peace and love

Reign above,

Bliss and joy unending.

XLIV.

O HUMAN heart! thou hast a song
For all that to the earth belong,
Whene'er the golden chain of love
Hath linked thee to the heaven above.

O human heart! what deed of thine
Could gain a kingdom so divine?
'Twas asked but this, in accents mild,
The gentle spirit of a child.

O human heart! that singest still
Through chastening good, misreckoned ill;
Thou mind'st Bethesda's fount to feel,
The angel troubles but to heal.

O human heart! thou hast a song
For all that to the earth belong,
Whene'er the golden chain of love
Hath linked thee to the heaven above.

SAY not the law divine

Is hidden from thee, or afar removed;

That law within would shine,

If there its glorious light were sought and loved.

Soar not on high,

Nor ask who thence shall bring it down to earth. That vaulted sky

Hath no such star, didst thou but know its worth.

Nor launch thy bark

In search thereof upon a shoreless sea,
Which has no ark,

No dove to bring this olive-branch to thee.

Then do not roam

In search of that which wandering cannot win. At home! at home!

That word is placed, thy very heart within.

O! seek it there,

Turn to its teachings with devoted will;
Watch unto prayer,

And in the power of faith this law fulfil.

WHAT conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do,

This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heaven pursue.

Let not this weak unknowing hand
Presume thy bolts to throw,

And deal damnation round the land
On each I judge thy foe.

If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.

Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent,

At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.

Teach me to feel another's woe,
To hide the fault I see;

The mercy I to others shew,
That mercy shew to me.

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ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;

All men are equal when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.

All wait alike on Him whose

Upholds the life He gave ;

power

The sage within his star-lit tower,
The savage in his cave.

God meets the throngs who

pay their VOWS

In courts their hands have made; And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain-shade.

'Tis man alone who difference sees,
And speaks of high and low,

And worships those, and tramples these,
While the same path they go.

Oh, let man hasten to restore
To all their rights of love;

In

power and wealth exult no more; In wisdom lowly move.

Ye great! renounce your earth-born pride;

Ye low!

your shame and fear: Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere.

XLVIII.

Joy there is, that, seated deep,
Leaves not when we sigh or weep;
Spreads itself in virtuous deeds,
Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds.

Stern and awful are its tones
When the patriot-martyr groans,
And the death-pulse beating high
Rapture blends with agony.

Tenderer is the form it wears,

Touched with love, dissolved in tears,
When the meek their Saviour greet,
Bending at the mercy-seat.

Joy even here! a budding flower,
Struggling with the storm and shower,
Till its season to expand,

Nurtured in its native land.