And kneaded-up alike with moist'ning blood.
The same Almighty power inspired the frame
With kindled life, and form'd-the-souls the same:
The faculties, of intellect and will,

Dispensed with equal hand, disposed with equal skill;
Like liberty indulged, with choice of good or ill.
Thus born alike, from Virtue first began

The difference that distinguish'd man from man:—
He claim'd no title from descent of blood,
But, that-which-made-him-noble made him good:
Warm'd with more particles of heavenly flame,
He wing'd his upward flight, and soar'd to fame;
The rest remained below, a tribe without a name.
This law, though custom now diverts the
As-nature's-institute is yet in force,

course ,

Uncancell'd, though diffused:-and he, whose mind Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind;

Though poor in fortune, of celestial race:

And he-commits-the-crime who calls him base.

Daily Prayer.

Vaughan.

WHEN first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
To do the like; our bodies but forerun
The spirit's duty: true hearts spread and heave
Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun;
Give him thy thoughts then, so shalt thou keep
Him company all day, and in-him sleep.

Yet never sleep the sun up; prayer should
Dawn with the day: there are set awful hours
"Twixt heaven and us;—the manna was not good
After sun-rising; for day sullies flowers:

Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sins glut,
And heav'n's gate opens when the world's is shut.
Walk with thy fellow-creatures: note the hush
And whisperings amongst them. Not a spring
Or leaf, but hath his morning hymn; each bush
And oak doth know I AM. Canst thou not sing?
O leave thy cares and follies! go this way,
And thou art sure to prosper all the day.

Serve God before the world; let him not go
Until thou hast a blessing: then resign
The whole unto him, and remember who
Prevail'd by wrestling ere the sun did shine:—
Pour oil upon the stones, and weep for thy sin;
Then journey on, and have an eye to heav'n.

Mornings are mysteries: the first-world's youth -
Man's resurrection, and the future's bud,
Shroud in their births; the crown of life light truth
Is styled their star; the stone and hidden food:
Three blessings wait upon them, one of which

Should move they make us holy happy · rich.

When the world's up, and every swarm abroad,
Keep well thy temper: mix not with each clay;
Despatch necessities:-life hath a load
Which must be carried on, and safely may:
Yet keep those cares without thee; let the heart
Be God's alone, and choose the better part.

Pragen.

Anonymous.

Go when the morning shineth-
Go when the noon is bright,-
Go when the day declineth-
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling-
Fling earthly thoughts away,
And, in-thy-chamber kneeling,
Do thou in-secret pray.

Remember all-who-love-thee
All who are loved by thee;
Pray too for those-who-hate-thee
If any-such there be:
Then for-thyself in-meekness
A blessing humbly claim,
And link, with each petition,
Thy great Redeemer's name.

Or, if 't is e'er denied thee

In-solitude to pray,

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee

When friends are round thy way,

Even then the silent breathing,
Of thy spirit rais'd above,
Will reach his throne of glory,

Who is mercy-truth and love!

Oh, not a joy or blessing

With this can we compare,
The power that he hath given us
Το pour our souls in prayer!
Whene'er thou pinest in sadness,
Before his footstool fall:

And remember, in thy gladness,
His grace who gives thee all

.

Love of England.

Cowper.

ENGLAND, with all thy faults, I love thee still-
My country! And, while yet a nook is left
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrain'd to love thee. Though thy clime
Be fickle, and thy year most-part deforın'd
With dripping rains or wither'd by a frost,
I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies,
And fields without a flower, for warmer France,
With all her vines; nor for Ausonia's groves
Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
To shake thy senate, and, from heights sublime
Of patriot eloquence, to flash-down fire
Upon thy foes, was never meant my task:
But I can feel thy fortunes, and partake
Thy joys and sorrows, with as true a heart
As any thunderer there; —and I can feel
Thy follies too; and with a just disdain
Frown at effeminates, whose very looks
Reflect dishonour on the land I love.

On the Abolition of Slavery.

Earl of Carlisle.

PROUDLY on Cressy's tented wold
The lion flag-of-England flew;
As proudly gleam'd its crimson fold

O'er the dun heights of Waterloo :
But other lyres shall greet the brave;
Sing now, that we have freed the slave.

The ocean-plain, where Nelson bled,
Fair commerce plies with peaceful oar;
Duteous o'er Britain's clime to shed

The gather'd spoil of ev'ry shore:
To-day, across th' Atlantic sea,
Shout, shout ye, that the slave is free.

And eloquence, in rushing streams,
Has flow'd our halls and courts along,
Or kindled, 'mid yet loftier dreams,
The glowing bursts of glowing song:
Let both their noblest burden pour,
To tell that slavery is no more.

Bright science through each field of space

Has urged her mist-dispelling car,

Coy nature's hidden reign to trace

To weigh each wind and count each star:

Yet stay, thou proud philosophy!

First stoop to bid mankind be free.