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TO THE

YOUNG MEN'S BIBLE SOCIETY,

OF PHILADELPHIA.

CHRISTIAN brethren, heart united,

Banded by Religion's tie,

Who to climes in guilt benighted,
Send the message of the sky:
Hail, all hail, the glad endeavour;
Trembling, ye have on the main,
Cast your mite for God, and never
Shall it meet ye, void, again.

Party, here, and faction's dream,
Blights of concord, are not found;
Where Immanuel is the theme,
All is holy, equal ground;
Charity each soul entwining,
Kindred feeling walks abroad;
False distinction sacrificing
At the altar of our God.

Heard ye not the choir of voices?
Deeds of love in heaven are known;
Yes, the Cherub, veiled, rejoices,
Brighter burns the viewless throne;
God of Bibles, thee we bless,
For this pillar on our way,
Cheerer through this wilderness,
Symbol of the latter day.

Western wilds of Jesus know,
Mercy gilds the Sandwich shore,
Riches to the Hindoo flow,
Bleeding Afric weeps no more:
Onward, then, ye hearts united,
Faith your patron, Christ your aim;
Onward, and to climes benighted
Spread the lustre of his name.

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NOVEMBER, 1821.

ΤΟ

THOUGH verse, presuming, ne'er hath told The innate worth of charms like thine, Yet deem not his devotion cold,

Who offers at thy beauteous shrine.

The vent'rous bard that oft hath sung,
To lull awhile some latent care,
Is silent now; his harp unstrung,
No more shall vanquish fell despair.

Yet blame him not,-the starless gloom
That bade each hope in midnight flee,
Is o'er, and joy's perennial bloom
Appears, sweet girl, in love and thee.

O shall he ask poetic fire,

Whose bosom owns a quickening flame,O shall he need a magic lyre

Who kindles at Amanda's name?

SONG.

MARY! Could I watch thine eye
If it beamed no converse free?
Could I love the balmy sigh
If I knew 'twas not for me?
Could I prize that ruby lip,
Seat of pure, extatic bliss,
When its sweets I dare not sip,
Dare not steal the envied kiss?
Can those accents sooth my breast,
Sweet as angel notes above,-
Can they give this bosom rest,
When they whisper naught of love?

THE MARINER'S HYMN.

O THOU eternal, viewless God,
That rid'st the stormy seas,

Thou that controllest with a nod,

The billow and the breeze:

Thy powerful arm alone can save

Thy children on the deep;

Can bear them o'er the curling wave,

And down the threatening steep.

Though staunch our bark, and proud her way,

Though breezes swell the sails;

Yet, Lord, if thou art not our stay,

The Seaman's courage fails.

Be thou, O God, our kind support,

Our earnest hopes fulfil;

On the wide ocean, or in port,

Be thou our anchor still.

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