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Warmth the limit of perception, 
Almost all they ever know. 
- Countless forms of vegetation, 
_ Grace the: globe prolific round 
_ Aggregated syphons mystic, 
Cortically clad"and bound ; 
These to nature's precious banquet 
Higher privilege assume, 
Dive with air and light surrounded, 
Burst and blossom and perfume. 
Energetic with volition— 
Loco motive muscular, 
ense endued with animation, 
Swarms in ocean, earth, and air 5 
Scarce the magic power of numbers 
Can the myriads reveal, 
_ Tribes that with sensation nervous 
eet and taste, see, hear, and feel. 
\ 
Qver all, by art organic, 
Pointed wich the force of mii d, 
Hand of supererogation, 
) Men, terrestial masters, find. 
Paramount in such.a system, 
| Why does maa,'so wise and brave, 
Jn his own exalted order, 
Man himself, remain d slave, 
Lo! because, Unconcentrated, 
Ment:! light but feebly shone ;—. 
_ Lo! because to life-existing, 
~ Former light remain’d unknown j;—= 
! because that, thouzh rec orded, 
Wisdom to be known and spread, 
Mastthe universe throughout 
Be understood, and felt, and read. 
Men in lonely woods secluded, 
_ Savage strenzth assumed the sway, 
_ Hope and fear, with selfish cunning, 
“Taught the weaker to obey: 
Till the lordly tyrant sated, 
Left ambition for a white, 
Proud, in insulated splendor, 
Thought a season to beguile, 
Then, to give azest to pleasure, 
‘Music luil’d the groupe around ; 
-Thenthe HARP, the first Recorder. 
‘Tremulated through with sound, 
, a flash of mind evulging, — 
Lent it’s aid to memory ; “ee 
Then the Bard, in melting measure, 
~ Caroli'd to posterity : 
‘Tones refin’d by fervid fancy, 
Tones that over sense prevail, 
‘Tones resounding through tradition, 
“Gave to history the tale ; 
Ignorance, the root of evil, 
Opes to misery the duor; , 
the victims of ambition, 
their mother earth with gore.” 
the harps of time chivalric, 
als gay of war and cheer, 
fenc’s by the changing munners, 
sus’d to charm the willing car; 
NS became the chief recorders, 
ter’d with monastic rule, 
Original Poetry. 14s 
Filling up in gloomy cloisters 
All the light of wisdom’s school. 
Words that burn’d were hid in darkness, 
Words that might i'zame the blind, 
Words that told in pealing thunder 
Truly to the palsied mind 5 
*¢ Ignorance, the root of evil, 
Opes to misery the door; 
Men, the dupes of superstition, 
Drench their mother earth with gore.” 
Time, a‘foe to mysticism, 
Slow from Gothic nichasdrew 
Lying legendaries monkish 
Open to the common view ; 
Then the PRESS, of art the wonder—— 
Work of art, to time allied ; 
Novel light to man imparted, 
Analyz’d and amplified. 
Volumes spuke to man’s reflection, 
Volumes read by young and old, 
Volumes unto volumes added, 
till the woeful story told; 
«6 Ignorance, the root of evil, 
Opes to misery the door ; 
Men, the victims of corruption, 
Drench their mother earth with gore. 
Fiend remorseless of corruption ! 
Source of misery and pain! 
When shall poor deluded mortals 
Boldly break thy hellish chain ? 
When shail Lens, intensely pouring 
Precious floods of mental light, 
Patent take from nature’s God, 
To chace away thy horrid night! 
Millenist enthusiastic! 
Pr.vileged by hope to dream, 
May your visions be prophetic, 
Yeur’s is nature’s fondest theme ! 
Should the great behest.of mercy, - 
Trampled man so highly bless, 
Fate her warranty has seal’d 
.“ Tke instrument shall be the PRESS!” 
—_—— 
STANZAS, ; 
By CHARLOTTE RICHARDSON. 
WRITTEN IN MAY, 1803, WHEN UNDER 
THE PRESSURE OF SEVERE DISEASE. 
OX TH after month its course has runy 
; ‘Yet still no dawn of hope I see; 
No more will health’s reviving sua 
. 4’er shine on me. 
Chicarless to me the dawn of day, : 
While sinking “neath stern Sickness” power, 
Meridian sun, or evening grey, 
Or midnight hour. 
For fierce Disease his bow has bent, 
And piere’d me with his keenest dart 5 
Whiie pain my vital strength has spent, 
And chill’d my heart& 
Beneath his powerd strive in vain 
In balmy rest my eyes to close 5 
From opium’s aid alone I gains 
A short repose, 
O! when 
