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so If the matter depended alone upon me, I His apples might hang till they dropt from the

tree;

But, since they will take them, I think I'M go too, He will lose none by me, though I get a feva."

His scruples thus silenced, Tom felt more at ease, And went with his comrades the apples to seize; He blamed and protested, but joined in the plan: He shared in the plunder, but pitied the man.

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"Twas in the glad season of spring,

Asleep at the dawn of the day, t'i
I dreamed what I cannot but sing,

So pleasant it seemed as I lay,
I dreamed that on ocean afloat,

Far hence to the westward I sailed,
While the billows high-lifted the boat,
And the fresh blowing breeze never failed.

In the steerage a woman I saw,

Such at least was the form that she wore, Whose beauty impressed me with awe,

Ne'er taught me by woman before. She sat, and a shield at her side

Shed light, like a sun on the waves, And smiling divinely, she cried

"I go to make Freemen of Slaves.".

Then raising her voice to a strain

The sweetest, that ear ever heard,
She sung of the slave's broken chain,

Wherever her glory appeared.
Some cloud's which had over us hung,

Fled, chased by her melody clear,
And methought while she liberty sung

'Twas liberty only to hear.

Thus swiftly dividing the flood,

To a slave-cultured island we camo, Where a demon, her enemy,

stood Oppression bis terrible name. In his hand, as the sign of his sway,

A scourge hung with lashes he bore, And stood looking out for his prey.

From Africa's sorrowful shore.

But soon as approaching the land

That goddess-like woman he viewed, The scourge he let fall from his hand,

With blood of his subjects imbrued.

THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM. 251

I saw him both sicken and die,

And the moment the monster expired, Heard shouts, that ascended the sky,

From thousands with rapture inspired,

Awaking, how could I but muse

At what such a dream should betide? But soon my ear caught the glad news,

Which served my weak thought for a guideThat Britannia, renowned o'er the waves

For the hatred, she ever has shown, To the black-sceptered rulers of slaves,

Resolves to haye none of her own.

THE

NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.

A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel, as well he might,
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied far off, upon the ground,

252 MIE NIGHTINGHIE AND GEOW-NWOKA.

A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow worm by his spark's
So, stooping down from hav thorn stop,
He thought to put him in his orbp.
The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thuis, tight eloquent

Did you admire my lamp, quoth he,
As much as I your minstrelsy,
You would abhor to do the wrong;
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self same power divine
Tauglit you to sing, and me to shine;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night.
The songster heard his short oration,
And warbling out his approbation,
Released him, as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else.

Hence jarring sectaries may learn
Their real interest to discern;
That brother should not war with brother
And worry and devour each other;
But sing and shine by sweet conɛento
Till life's poor transient night is spent,
Respecting in each other's case
The gifts of nature and of grace.

Those Christians best deserve the name,
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps

and him that dies,

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ON A GOLDFINCH;

STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE,

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1. 1. Sila Time was when I was free as air, Ttie thistles downy seed mly fare,

My drink the morning dew;
1 perched at will on every spray,
My form genteel,iny plumage gay,
My strains for ever new.

II.
But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And form genteel, were all in vain,

And of a transient date; -
For caught and caged, and starved to death,
In dying sighs my little breath

Soon passed, the wiry grate.

Thanks, gentle swain, for all my wdes,
And thanks for this effectual close,
; 'And cure of tevery ill! votr
More cruelty could none express;

2 And I, if you had shown me less,

Had been your prisoner still.

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