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As near the host her quick’ning footsteps drew, The breathless hero met her trembling view! From her chill'd hand the headlong roses fell, And life's gay beauty bade her cheeks farewell, And sunk to earth.
With anguish Caleb saw her faded charms,
And caught the favourite in his hast'ning arms.
Reviv'd, with piercing voice that froze his soul,
She forc'd the big round tear unwish'd to roll :
By all his love besought him soon to lead
Where cruel friendship snatch'd the lovely dead.
In vain the chief his anguish strove to hide,
Sighs rent his breast and chill'd the vital tide,
To Joshua then, whose heart beside her mourn'd, With gaze
of keen distress the charmer turn'd. “ Oh! generous chief, to misery ever kind, Thou lov'st my sire-support his sinking mind, Thy friendly wish delights to lessen woe, See how his tears for fallen Irad flow. He claims thy friendship-Generous hero! see, Lost to himself, his fondness bleeds for me. To view the hapless youth distress'd, he fears Would wound my soul, and force too copious tears; But lead-oh! lead me where the youth is borneCalm is my heart, nor will my
bosom mourn: So cold that heart it yields no pitying sigh; And see, no tear bedews this marbled eye!".
reclin'd On Joshua's arm, she forc'd his melting mind. Pressing her hand, he trac'd a gentle way, Where breathless Irad, lost in slumbers, lay. From the pale face his chilling hand withdrew The decent veil, and gave the youth to view. Fix'd o'er the form with solemn gaze she hung, And strong deep sighs burst o'er her frozen tongue. On Joshua then she cast a wistful lookWild was her tearless eye, and rolling spoke Anguish unutterable-thrice she tried To vent her woes, and thrice her efforts died. At length, in accents of ecstatic grief, Her voice, bewilder'd, gave her heart relief.
“ Is this the doom we dread? Is this to die?
To sleep, to feel no more, to close the eye?
Slight is the change-how vain the childish fear
That trembles and recoils when death is near.
I too, methinks, would share the peaceful doom,
And seek a calm repose in Irad's tomb.
This breath, I know, this useless breath must fail,
These eyes be darken'd, and this face grow pale-
But thou art pale, O youth! thy lot I crave, · And every grief shall vanish in the grave !"
She ceas'd: the tender chief without delay,
Soft pressing, kindly forc'd her steps away.
Slow toward the camp with solemn pace they drew;
The corse moves on, the mournful bands
Unnumber'd tears their hapless fate bewail,
And voice to voice resounds the dreadful tale.
Unhappy, to their tents the host retir'd,
And gradual o'er the mountains day expir'd.
PREDICTION MADE BY THE ANGEL TO JOSHUA OF
THE FUTURE DISCOVERY AND HAPPINESS OF AMERICA-AND OF THE MILLENNIUM.
Far o'er yon azure main thy view extend,
Where seas and skies in blue confusion blend :
Lo, there a mighty realm, by Heav'n design'd
The last retreat for poor oppress'd mankind;
Form'd with that pomp which marks the hand divine,
And clothes yon vault where worlds unnumber'd
Here spacious plains in solemn grandeur spread,
Here cloudy forests cast eternal shade;
Rich valleys wind, the sky-tall mountains brave,
And inland seas for commerce spread the wave.
With nobler floods the sea-like rivers roll,
And fairer lustre purples round the pole.
Here, warm’d by happy suns, gay mines unfold
The useful iron and the lasting gold;
Pure, changing gems in silence learn to glow,
And mock the splendours of the covenant bow.
On countless hills, by savage footsteps trod,
That smile to see the future harvest nod,
In glad succession plants unnumber'd bloom,
And flowers unnumber'd breathe a rich perfume.
Hence life once more a length of days shall claim,
And health, reviving, light her purple flame.
Far from all realms this world imperial lies,
Seas roll between, and threat'ning tempests rise.
Alike remov'd beyond ambition's pale,
And the bold pinions of the vent'rous sail ;
Till circling years the destin'd period bring,
And new Moses lift the daring wing;
Through trackless seas an unknown flight explores,
And hails a new Canaan's promis’d shores.
far strand behold that little train Ascending vent'rous o'er the unmeasur'd main; No dangers fright, no ills the course delay, 'Tis virtue prompts, and God directs the way. Speed-speed, ye sons of truth! let Heay'n be
Let angels waft you,
O! smile, thou sky serene; ye storms, retire;
And airs of Eden every sail inspire.
Swift o'er the main behold the canvas fly,
And fade and fade beneath the farthest sky:
See verdant fields the changing waste unfold;
See sudden harvest dress the plains in gold ;
In lofty walls the moving rocks ascend,
And dancing woods to spires and temples bend.
Meantime, expanding o’er earth's distant endis,
Lo, Slavery's gloom in sable pomp ascends!
Far round each eastern clime her volumes roll,
And pour deep shading to the sadden'd pole.
How the world droops beneath the fearful blast,
The plains all wither'd, and the skies o'ercast.
Benumb'd and fix'd the palsied soul expires, Blank'd all its views, and quench'd its living fires; In clouds of boundless shade the scenes decay, Land after land departs, and nature fades away.
In that dread hour, beneath auspicious skies,
To nobler bliss yon western world shall rise;
Unlike all former realms by war that stood,
And saw the guilty throne ascend in blood :
Here union'd choice shall form a rule divine,
Here countless lands in one great system join;
The sway of law, unbroke, unrivall'd grow,
And bid her blessings every land o'erflow.
Here empire's last and brightest throne shall rise,
And Peace, and Right, and Freedom greet the
To morn's far realms her trading ships shall sail,
Or lift their canvas to the evening gale.
In wisdom's walks her sons ambitious soar,
Tread starry fields, and untried scenes explore.