SECOND DISTRICT AGRICULTURAL ASSOCIATION. 505 



Perchance, as theirs, perchance as groat, 

 Yet uncombined in force and might; 



Nor held for trallic in the State; 



Nor yet as clouds to dim the night, 

 Yet held as fair for right and good, 

 As all the rolling waves of blood — 



That sweep and surge above the world, 



As waves of ever-ruling right, 

 As o'er oppression ever hurled, 



To hush the voice of sorrow's night, 

 And call for greatness, glory, power, 

 As triumph in triumphant hour. 



When genius holds the reins to guide 



And bid the world to wake once more, 

 And broader waves of light to ride 



The seas of love from shore to shore, 

 And hold in grandeur, light divine, 

 The souls of all, as stars to shine. 



As stars of God's, as stars of light, 



And cast transcendent o'er the scene 

 In glory's sky, o'er sorrow's night, 



And all the vales as laid between 

 The earth and heaven, the day and night, 

 The sun and clouds, the darkness light. 



Come, Progress, come ! we call again, 



The world has found thy genius here, 

 Thy love controls the soul of pain, 



And drives it oft to bitter tear; 

 Come in thy majesty, and bear 

 Thy crown, as here, for all to wear. 



Thy watchword rings adown the line, 



Thy soul sweeps as a rolling wave, 

 Thy spirit breathes a breath divine, 



Thy glory rising o'er the grave; 

 Comes, as by living power decreed, 

 And cast a rolling wave, as freed — 



From all the froth and foam of life, 



Its hate, its cares, its surging fire, 

 Its ever-changing sea of strife; 



Yet bearing all the soul's desire, 

 And from the hand of God as given, 

 As rolling waves of love and heaven. 



Who called thee? Who inspired thy soul? 



Who gave the way for thee to tread ? 

 Who gave thy waves a sea to roll. 



And stamped thy genius o'er the dead? 

 They stand with us, they linger near, 

 And all their hopes, their glory here. 



Oh, men of progress, men of power, 



Thy souls were cast for all the race, 

 Thy glory greater than the hour, 



Thy wealth, thy will, holds e'er apace 

 With all the rolling waves of heaven, 

 In love decreed, in glory given. 



