Desert and danger are behind, and now Sweet winds and waters murmur in our ear; And o'er the horizon's rim, not broad, but clear, The light of a new morning seems to flow We journey sunward: on! and hail the uprising glow! That In the sad wilderness we've wandered long, We strive and hope, keep patient watch, and wait; opes into the realms of Freedom's high estate! Not ours, perchance, the destiny to see And truth shall teach them her transcendent ore "Man toward the perfect good advanceth evermore!" And in our upward progress through the past, In whose fierce folds the martyr won his crown, Are gone into the darkness whence they came; There let them rust and rot, in God's insulted name! Knowledge hath left the hermit's ruined cell, The narrow convent, and the cloister's gloom, The volleyed lightnings of her press consume Knowledge hath dignified the sons of toil, And taught them where pure pleasures may be won; For mental pastime, when the day is done; Creeps from his caverned workshop, deep and dun, Storeth his craving mind with not unwholesome food. 'Mid the harsh clangor of incessant wheels, With his white web, the weaver weaveth lays Lays which the world shall hear, and murmur o'er again! Proud halls reëcho with exalted song, With wise instruction, or impassioned speech;- The artisan, who learns that he may teach; Longing, acquiring, holding, like the leech, Like eagles toward the sun, his full-fledged thoughts aspire. And by this patient gathering of thought, What wonders have been nursed, matured, and wrought! What other wonders will they not fulfil! Upheaves the valley, yawns the opposing hill, Man and his hand-works sweep triumphant through ; Time halts, space narrows, prejudice stands still, And dwindles in the distance; high and new Are all our dreams and deeds—yet much remains to do. But war, that tawdry yet terrific thing; The Ethiop's brand and bondage; the vile show Of God's frail image from the gallows string Dangling, and heaving in convulsive throe: These man-made ministers of death and woe, Shall we not crush them, Reason, Mercy, say? Shall we not fling behind us, as we go, These ancient errors ? Reason answers, "Yea: Pure hearts and earnest souls will clear the encumbered way.') Thus the old idols crumble to the dust, Their altars shattered, and their glory shorn, Old sophistries, once taken upon trust As Wisdom's spirit-words, are grown outworn. Dies of its own unholiness; a cry Of simultaneous triumph mixed with scorn Al, why Do soul-sent sounds like these ascend the placid sky? Hail to the lofty minds, the truthful tongues, Which break no rights, which advocate no wrongs, Labor, uplift thy sorrow-shadowed brow, Put forth thy strength of intellect and hand, And Plenty, Peace and Joy may round thy homes expand. Hail, mighty Science, Nature's conquering lord! Thou star-crowned, steam-winged, fiery-footed power! Hail, gentle Arts, whose hues and forms afford Refined enchantments for the tranquil hour! LESSON CXI. 66 Press on!"-PARK BENJAMIN. PRESS on! there 's no such word as fail! Press nobly on! the goal is near Why shouldst thou faint? Heaven smiles above, Though storm and vapor intervene ; Serenely o'er Life's shadowed scene. He wins, who dares the hero's march. Be thou a hero! let thy might Tramp on eternal snows its way, Press on! if Fortune play thee false Makes up for follies past and gone Press on what though upon the ground The sweetest, which is born of pain. Therefore, press on! and reach the goal, Faint not! for to the steadfast soul Come wealth and honor and renown. To thine own self be true, and keep Thy mind from sloth, thy heart from soil; Press on! and thou shalt surely reap A heavenly harvest for thy toil! 27 |