To join the martyr choir, who even now In milder latitudes the red man roves, Of Nature's primal creed, like a sick lamp Struggling with noxious darkness, strangely gleams. He nor to Brahma, Budh, nor Jupiter, Falls down; but, with sublimer faith than erst Peopled Olympus with vile deities, Feels the Invisible, invokes his name "Giver of Life!" and calls his Maker good. When shall these scatter'd flocks be gather'd home From the recesses of the wilderness, At the Good Shepherd's voice? Couch with the lamb, the lion? When, in one fold, Runs not so The promise of the oracle? Oh, then The white man shall forgive the Indian's hue, It spreads! It spreads! the tidings of relief To suffering Nature.-In those guilty isles, Where men grow rich with crime, distilling sweets From human veins, and marketing in blood,— The slave, amid his toils, catches the sound, And deems his yoke press lighter; hears how Christ Thou Moloch wealth! what sable hecatombs What marvel then if riches grow in hell? r But brighter days on western Afric dawn: The long-lost seed, with tears and patience sown, At length has pierced the parch'd and hungry soil; And the Sierra smiles a Christian land. S Not long in enigmatic mystery Shall Niger roll his stream, nor Nilus keep Dark 'mid the glare of fiery noon, where basks Th' arch-foe might point exultant, and repeat Shall penetrate the voice that demons flee. Press'd in on every side, Idolatry Shall see her fetish spells o'ermaster'd-see Her bestial symbols chased back to their dens," Of Darkness to the meek Redeemer yield. O Star! the most august of all that clasp The star-girt heav'n, which erst in eastern skies Didst herald, like the light of prophecy, The Sun of Righteousness,—the harbinger Of more than natural day; whether thou track The circuit of the universe, or thrid, As with a golden clew, the labyrinth Of suns and systems, still from age to age Auguring to distant spheres some glorious doom; Sure thou thy blessed circle hast well nigh Described, and in the majesty of light, Bending on thy return, wilt soon announce His second advent. Yes, even now thy beams Volume of God! thou art that eastern Star Which leads to Christ. Soon shall thy circuit reach Round earth's circumference, in every tongue Revealing to all nations, what the heavens But shadow forth, the glory of the Lord. And are there those, the wisdom of this world, With astrolabe or quadrant watch thy path, In certain fair conjunctions, and in nodes Roll on; free, boundless be thy beauteous course! Roll on, Vain, vain the despot's frown, the bigot's rage! The gates of knowledge, that for ages slept Upon their massive hinges, while a few, By stealth or fee, through the low portal crept, Where jealous Power was sentineled,—those gates |