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Hail, sacred Freedom, when by law restrain'd! Without you what were man? A grovelling herd, In darkness, wretchedness, and want enchain'd.
Beattia. Oh, Liberty, thou goddess, heavenly bright, Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train; Eased of her load subjection grows more light, And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight; Thou makest the gloomy face of nature gay, Givest beauty to !he sun, and pleasure to the day.
THE VISION OF LIBERTY.*
BY HENRY WARE, JR.
The evening heavens were calm and bright;
No dimness rested on the glittering light
The placid planets held their modest way:
My spirit burn'd within ; I caught
Around me man and nature slept;
Alone my solemn watch I kept, Till morning dawn'd, and sleep resumed her power. A vision pass'd upon my soul.
I still was gazing up to heaven,
# From a poem delivered before the Phi Bo'a Kappa Society, at Cam. bridge, in 1825.
As in the early hours of even; I still beheld the planets roll, And all those countless sons of light Flame from the broad blue arch, and guide the
When, lo, upon the plain,
In towering grandeur broke upon my eye. Proud in its strength and years, the ponderous pils
Flung up its time-defying towers ;
Ai vain assault of human powers,
In giant masses graced the walls above,
Yet ivy there and moss their garlands wove Grave, silent chroniclers of time's protracted floʻv.
Bursting on my steadfast gaze,
See, within, a sudden blaze !
That scarcely stirs the pine-tree top,
Nor makes the wither'd leaf to drop,
But soon it spread
From wall to wall, from tower to tower,
Raging with resistless power; Till every fervent pillar giow'd,
And every stone seem'd burning coal,
Like streaming radiance from the kindled pole.
'Tis done; what centuries had rear'd,
In quick explosion disappear’d,
But in their place
Bright with more than human grace, Robed in more than mortal seeming,
Radiant glory in her face,