They saw the princely crest, DISARMAMENT. They saw the knightly spear, Borne down and trampled here! Praise to the mountain-born, By them no steel array was worn, Look on the white Alps round! If yet, along their steeps, If, by the wood-fire's blaze, When winter stars gleam cold, Look on the white Alps round! Comes o'er them with a gladdening sound, For blood first bathed its flowery sod, 187 So will thy people, with thankful devotion, Praise him who saved them from peril and sword, Shouting in chorus, from ocean to ocean, Peace to the nations, and praise to the Lord. HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY. DISARMAMENT. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER, the Quaker bard of America, was born at Haverhill, Mass., Dec. 17, 1807, and after spending his boyhood on a farm, began to write verses for publication. Soon he became editor, and has conducted several journals. He was prominent among the antislavery reformers of New England. His poems are among the greatest favorites of the American people, and are admired wherever the English language is used. "PUT up the sword!" the voice of Christ once more Speaks, in the pauses of the cannon's roar, sons Of desolate women in their far-off homes, Fear not the end. There is a story told In Eastern tents, when autumn nights grow cold, And round the fire the Mongol shepherds sit Met a fell monster, huge and fierce of look, Into the form and fashion of a dove; "And peace unweaponed conquers every wrong!" JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. "Not only these, the fanes o'erthrown, For thee thy sons shall weave the crown." They spake; and like a cloud down sank Had thy great destinies signed and sealed! In some Egyptian pyramid, Or statued shape mid cities old Beneath Vesuvian ashes hid. For this cause by a power divine Each temporal aid was frustrated: Tyrone, Tirconnell, Geraldine, In vain they fought, in vain they bled: Successive 'neath the usurping hand Sank ill-starred Mary, erring James: Nor Spain nor France might wield the brand Which, for her own, Religion claims ! Arise, long stricken! mightier far Are they who fight for God and thee By mists the sense exterior breeds, The years baptized in blood are thine; The exile's prayer from many a strand; The woes of those this hour who pine Poor aliens in their native land; Angels and saints from heaven down-bent Watch thy long conflict without pause; And the most holy sacrament From all thine altars pleads thy cause. O great through suffering, rise at last Through kindred action tenfold great! Thy future calls on thee thy past (Its soul survives) to consummate. AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE. Let women weep, let children moan: Rise, men and brethren, to the fight; One cause hath earth, and one alone: For it, the cause of God, unite. Let others trust in trade and traffic! Beseem that land the truth makes free. FOR THE CELEBRATION OF THE SECOND CENTENNIAL ANNIVERSARY OF THE PLANTING OF NEW HAVEN, CONN., APRIL 25, 1838. LEONARD BACON, one of the most prominent ministers of the Congregational Church in America, and a frequent contributor to the press, was born at Detroit, Mich., in 1802. Since 1825 he has been pastor of the Centre Church, New Haven, Conn., and is now Professor in the Divinity School of Yale College. He was one of the founders of the New York Independent, and on its original staff of editors. The following lines form the basis of the hymn beginning, "O God, beneath thy guiding hand." They were altered by the author in 1844, when he was one of a committee appointed by the General Association of Connecticut to make a collection of psalms and hymns for public worship. THE Sabbath morn was bright and calm Laws, freedom, truth and faith in God, Came with those exiles o'er the waves; And where their pilgrim feet have trod, 189 The God they trusted guards their graves. JAMES FLINT, for thirty years pastor of the East Church at Salem, Mass., was born at Reading, Dec. 10. 1779, graduated at Harvard College in 1802, and died March 4, 1855. He prepared a collection of hymns for the use of his church, which included several of his own. He was distinguished for the usefulness of his life, no less than for his active intellect, exuberant fancy, and intellectual culture. FREEMEN, we our chartered rights Of their country, stood. |