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sible to blend and harmonize under one same system of govern- 

 ment. The effects of these causes are already visible in the North 

 American republic ; and can we, as civilization extends, and as the 

 relations and interests of her almost boundless territory (containing 

 forty different nations, distinct in manners, language, and religion, 

 and cherishing the recollections of former independence) become 

 more and more complicated can we doubt an equally sure operation 

 of this great political law in Russia ? No ; the ascendancy of the 

 Autocrats will decline in inverse ratio not only to the progress of 

 civilization among their subjects, but also to the completion of her 

 colossal schemes of conquest and aggrandizement. 







NO MORE OF GRIEF. 



No more of Grief, no more 



As o'er the spring-day, bright and brief, 

 Steals the dull cloud, as in the leaf 

 Corrodes the canker, so comes Grief; 



O root it from the heart's deep core, 



No more of Grief, no more. 



No tears can win them back, 



Clasp'd in their cold and clammy bed ; 

 Remorseless Death will keep the dead, 

 Though tears of blood the mourner shed, 



Wrung by Woe's agonizing rack 



No tears can win them back. 



Avaunt, then, idle Sorrow ! 



Fate still her awful web will weave, 

 Though dark her threads, 'tis vain to grieve, 

 Then why should harrowing Sorrow leave 



On the time-spared brow of Youth its furrow ? 



Away away with Sorrow ! 



Ho! brim the bacchant bowl,- 



The sullen eyes of Memory blind 



And indurate the brooding mind ! 



What Pcean's this of frantic kind? 

 Sink not the heaven-aspiring soul 

 Spurn back that Pagan bowl ! 



God's will be done for ever ! 



No more sad tears must now be flowing, 

 No more life-mining anguish growing, 

 The same dark way we all are going : 

 The binding hand may surely sever 

 God's will be done for ever ! 



W. G. A. 



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