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16. We feel within ourselves

divine : he tells the heart,
He meant, he made us to behold and love
What he beholds and loves, the general orb
Of life and being; to be great like him,
Beneficent and active.

17. Thus the men
Whom Nature's works can charm with God himself
Hold converse ; grow familiar, day by day,
With his conceptions, act upon his plan,
And form to his the relish of their souls.


To the West.


1. Land of the West !- green forest-land'
Clime of the fair, and the immense!
Favorite of Nature's liberal hand,
And child of her munificence !
Filled with a rapture warm, intense,
High on a cloud-girt hill I stand;
And, with clear vision gazing thence,
Thy glories round me far expand :

2. Rivers, whose likeness earth has not,
And lakes, that elsewhere seas would be,
Whose shores the countless wild herds dot,
Fleet as the winds, and all as free;
Mountains, that pierce the bending sky,
And with the storm-cloud warfare wage,
Shooting their glittering peaks on high,
To mock the fierce, red lightning's rage ;
Arcadian vales, with vine-hung bowers,
And grassy nooks, 'neath beechen shade,
Where dance the never-resting Hours,
To music of the bright cascade;

3. Skies softly beautiful, and blue
As Italy's, with stars as bright;
Flowers rich as morning's sunrise hue,
And gorgeous as the gemmed midnight
Land of the West! green forest-land !
Thus hath Creation's bounteous hand

Upon thine ample bosom flung
Charms such as were her gift when the gray world was young'

4. Land of the West !—where naught is old
Or fading, but tradition hoary,
Thy yet unwritten annals hold
Of many a daring deed the story!

5. Man's might of arm hath here been tried,
And woman's glorious strength of soul,
When war's fierce shout rang far and wide,
When vengeful foes at midnight stole
On slumbering innocence, and gave
Nor onset-shout, nor warning word,
Nor Nature's strong appealings heard
From woman's lips, to“ spare and save
Her unsuspecting little one,
Her only child – her son! her son!”

Unheard the supplicating tone,
Which ends in now a shriek, and now a deep death-groan.

6. Land of the West! — green forest-land !
Thine early day for deeds is famed
Which in historic page shall stand
Till bravery is no longer named.

7. Thine early day! — it nursed a band
Of men who ne'er their lineage shamed:
The iron-nerved, the bravely good,
Who neither spared nor lavished blood -
Aye ready, morn, or night, or noon;
Fleet in the race, firm in the field,
Their sinewy arms their only shield -
Courage to death alone to yield ;
The men of Daniel Boon!

8. Their dwelling-place, the "good green-wood;
Their favorite haunts — the long arcade,
The murmuring and majestic flood,
The deep and solemn shade :
Where to them came the word of God,
When storm and darkness were abroad,
Breathed in the thunder's voice aloud,
And writ in lightning on the cloud.

9. And thus they lived : the dead leaves oft,
Heaped by the playful winds, their bed ;
Nor wished they couch more warm or soft,
Nor pillow for the head,

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Other than fitting root, or stone,
With the scant wood-moss overgrown.

10. Heroic band! But they have passed,

the stars at rise of sun :
Melting into the ocean vast
Of Time, and sinking, one by one;
Yet lingering here and there a few,
As if to take a last, long view
Of the domain they won in strife
With foes who battled to the knife.
Peace unto those that sleep beneath us!
All honor to the few that yet do linger with us!

11. Land of the West ! — thine early prime
Fades in the flight of hurrying Time;
Thy noble forests fall, as sweep
Europa's myriads o'er the deep;
And thy broad plains, with welcome warm,
Receive the onward-pressing swarm :
On mountain height, in lowly vale,
By quiet lake, or gliding river,
Wherever sweeps the chainless gale,
Onward sweep they, and forever.

12. O, may they come with hearts that ne'er
Can bend a tyrant's chain to wear ;
With souls that would indignant turn,
And proud oppression's minions spurn;

With nerves of steel, and words of flame,
To strike and sear the wretch who'd bring our land to shame!

13. Land of the West! - beneath the heaven
There's not a fairer, lovelier clime;
Nor one to which was ever given
A destiny more high, sublime.

14. From Allegha'ny's base, to where
Our western Andes prop the sky,
The home of Freedom's hearts is there,
And o'er it Freedom's eagles fly.
And here, should e'er Columbia's land
Be rent with fierce intestine feud,
Shall Freedom's latest cohorts stand,

Till Freedom's eagles sink in blood,
And quenched are all the stars that now her banners stud !


Exile of Erin. - CAMPBELL.
1. THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill :
For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once, in the fire of his youthful emotion,
He sang the bold anthem of Erin go bragh.

2. “Sad is my fate!” said the heart-broken stranger, “ The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; But I have no refuge from famine and danger, A home and a country remain not to me. Never again in the green sunny bowers, Where


forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, And strike to the numbers of Erin go bragh !

3. “Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken,
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ;
But, alas! in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more.
0, cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me
In a mansion of peace, where no perils can chase me?
Never again shall my brothers embrace me?
They died to defend me, or live to deplore !

4. “Where is my cabin-door fast by the wild-wood ?
Sisters and sire ! did ye weep fogits fall ?
Where is the mother that looked on my childhood,
And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all ?
O, my sad heart! long abandoned by pleasure,
Why did it dote on a fast-fading treasure ?
Tears like the rain-drop may fall without measure.
But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.

5. Yet, all its sad recollection suppressing,
One dying wish my lone bosom can draw,
Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing!
Land of my forefathers! Erin go bragh !
Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion,
Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean!
And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion
Erin ma vourneen! – Erin go bragh !”*

* Ireland my darling - Ireland forever !

The Destruction of Sennacherib. BYRON.
1. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

2. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strewn.

3. For the angel of death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ;
And the eyes of the sleeper waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still.

4. And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ;
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

5. And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown.

6. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

LESSON CXLVIII. Extract from a Speech in the United States Senate.

DANIEL WEBSTER. 1. So then, sir, New England is guiltless of the policy of retarding western population, and of all envy and jealousy of the growth of the new states. Whatever there be of that policy in the country, no part of it is hers. If it has a local habitation, the honorable member has probably seen, by this time, where to look for it; and if it now has received a name, he has himself christened it.

2. We approach, at length, sir, to a more important part of the honorable gentleman's observations. Since it does not

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