{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_53816/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_53816","id":"gutenberg_53816","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/53816","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Poetry","Category: Religion/Spirituality","Christian poetry, American","Sonnets"],"text":"A BOOK OF CHRISTIAN SONNETS.\n\nBY WILLIAM ALLEN, D. D.,\n\nLate President of Bowdoin College; Author of the American Biographical\nDictionary, and of Wunnissoo or the Vale of Hoosatunnuk a Poem.\n\n NORTHAMPTON:\n PUBLISHED BY BRIDGMAN & CHILDS.\n 1860.\n\n\n\n\n Metcalf & Company, Printers,\n Northampton.\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\n\nFor some remarks on the nature and history of the _Sonnet_ and its\npeculiar excellence, as exemplified by Milton, the reader is referred\nto the Notes at the close of this book. The Author regards it as by\nits fixed laws and its structure the very best form of poetry for one\nshort, complete, meditative lesson. A collection of such distinct,\nseparate little poems,\u2015\u2015mostly written within a recent period,\u2015\u2015and not\nmingled with other forms of poetry,\u2015\u2015constitutes this little volume.\n\nThe notes annexed are historical and illustrative, elucidatory of\nwhat from the necessary brevity of the verse might be otherwise left\nobscure, or such as seemed to be required by the unevasible claims and\nthe infinite worth of the revealed Christian truth, which makes the\ntexture of these sonnets.\n\nWhile Petrarch, the inventor of the _Sonetto_, Spenser, Shakespeare,\nWordsworth, and other foreign poets have written a multitude of\nsonnets, it is to the author a matter of surprise, that not more than\nhalf a dozen sonnets\u2015\u2015within his knowledge\u2015\u2015have ever been sent forth\nby any one of our poets; so that this may be regarded as the first book\nof American Sonnets ever published.\n\nAn old man, the tenant for a year past of a sick chamber, who from\nearly life has been a student and cultivator of poetry, has found not\na little pleasure in such musings, as he now offers to the public.\nHis meditations, it may well be supposed, have not been of fictitious\nscenes. Aware of his liableness at any moment to be summoned away from\nthis world,\u2015\u2015which to his eye is filled with beauty mingled indeed with\ndeformity,\u2015\u2015into a world of undefaced loveliness and eternal glory,\nhe could not have excused himself, if he had employed the precarious\ntime lent to him in drawing idle, uninstructive, unprofitable pictures;\nbut his mind has been filled with intense thoughts on God's pure,\nunchanging, soul-saving Truth; and he has endeavored to give true\nsketches, however faint and feeble, of divine and eternal realities not\nunworthy of the contemplation nor unfit to awaken the affections of\nrational, immortal men. The uninterrupted study of God's Word for 50\nor 60 years may be his apology for declaring what in his judgment are\nplainly and indubitably some of the great truths of that Word. But he\nearnestly asks the reader to search the Scriptures with his own eyes.\nWhat God has said is true.\n\n Northampton, Dec. 19, 1859\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS.\n\n\n Sonnet Page\n\n 1. On Washington, 9\n 2. The Stars, 10\n 3. Last Wish of Wm. H. Prescott, 10\n 4. On War, 11\n 5. Truth's Testimony of Christ, 11\n 6. Corrupted Youth, 12\n 7. Penitence, 12\n 8. God's Omnipresence. Psalm 139, 13\n 9. The Prometheus Chained of Aeschylus, 13\n 10. On Tyndale, the Martyr, 14\n 11. Miserable Old Age, 14\n 12. Idols. Psalm 135, 15\n 13. To four Presidents alive. 1826, 15\n 14. The Way of Salvation, 16\n 15. The Overthrow of Popery, 16\n 16. The Fall of Babylon, 17\n 17. The Scoffers at the Bible, 17\n 18. Prayer, 18\n 19. Christ's Table, 18\n 20. Death. Job 14, 19\n 21. The Storm on the Lake, 19\n 22. On Jacques Balmat, 20\n 23. Controversy, 20\n 24. The Sabbath, 21\n 25. The Widow's Son Raised, 21\n 26. Thanksgiving-Day, 1859, 22\n 27. The Lord my Shepherd, 22\n 28. Christ's Resurrection, 23\n 29. Darkness until Heavenly Light, 23\n 30. Maria Malleville Allen, 24\n 31. Prayer for Mercy, 24\n 32. The Lost Child, 25\n 33. Mexican Idol, 25\n 34. God our Safety. Psalm 91, 26\n 35. The Believer Encouraged, 26\n 36. On Rev. Dr. John Codman, 27\n 37. Northampton Grave-Yard, 27\n 38. The Lord's Prayer, 28\n 39. Praise to God. Ps. 148, 28\n 40. On my Father, Rev. T. Allen, 29\n 41. Time's End. Rev. 10, 29\n 42. Written in a Thunder-Storm, 30\n 43. Impiety, 30\n 44. On the Death of my Daughter, 31\n 45. The Last Day of the Year, 31\n 46. Transfiguration of Christ, 32\n 47. Sleepers in the Grave-Yard, 32\n 48. Song of the Redeemed. Rev. 7, 33\n 49. Nature Reproved, 33\n 50. Removal of Severe Illness, 34\n 51. God Man's All-Sufficient Good, 34\n 52. The Death of Rev. Dr. I. Nichols, 35\n 53. The Voice of Nature to Poets, 35\n 54. The Cross and Crown, 36\n 55. Dying I am Blest, 36\n 56. Compact on Board the Mayflower, 37\n 57. To Jesus Christ, God's Son, 37\n 58. To Dr. Thomson, Missionary, 38\n 59. Happy Old Age, 38\n 60. Pilgrims on Plymouth Rock, 39\n 61. No Sorrow in Death, 39\n 62. On John Robinson, 40\n 63. Sudden Sickness. 1845, 40\n 64. On Truth, 41\n 65. Two Views of Death, 41\n 66. God's Marvellous Works. Ps. 104, 42\n 67. The last Words of a Minister, 42\n 68. Plymouth Monument laid, 1859, 43\n 69. Effect of Death on Man, 43\n 70. Christmas, 44\n 71. New Year's Day, 1859, 44\n 72. Donati's Comet, 1858, 45\n 73. Execution for Murder, 1630, 45\n 74. Oneness with God. John 17, 46\n 75. My Birth Day, Jan. 2, 1859, 46\n 76. God and his Son, 47\n 77. On Martyrs, 47\n 78. To Rev. Dr. Spring, New York, 48\n 79. Perseverance in Christ's Service, 48\n 80. Glorying in the Cross, 49\n 81. Man without Revelation, 49\n 82. God is One, 50\n 83. What is it to die? 50\n 84. Churches of Piedmont, 51\n 85. The Lord's Supper, 51\n 86. Occom, the Indian Preacher, 52\n 87. My Sermon, July, 1851, 52\n 88. National Convulsions, 53\n 89. Psalm VIII., 53\n 90. To my Native Town, 54\n 91. To Sarah Anna Hopkins, 54\n 92. To Mrs. Douglass in jail, 55\n 93. Ready for Either, 55\n 94. To Miss Hannah Lyman, Montreal, 56\n 95. Visit to Pontoosuc or Pittsfield, 56\n 96. Company of Old Men, 57\n 97. Joy in a Dying Hour, 57\n 98. Niagara Falls, 58\n 99. Justification by Faith, 58\n 100. Universal Triumph of the Gospel, 59\n\n\n\n\nA BOOK OF CHRISTIAN SONNETS.\n\n\n1. ON WASHINGTON.\n\n Great WASHINGTON! Mount Vernon's shade were naught,\n Except as close allied to thine own name;\n And what but noblest virtues without blame\n Have all the lustre of thy glory wrought?\n Our country's chief in freedom's battle fought,\n Thy sword laid down in triumph's loud acclaim;\n Then \"First in peace,\" our nation's good thine aim,\n To Rulers many a lesson thou hast taught.\n The model patriot thou, thy life unstain'd;\n A rev'rent worshipper of God, we see\n Thine end was peace; one noble act remain'd,\u2015\u2015\n Thy dying voice said to thy slaves, \"Be Free!\"\u2015\u2015\n With no dear son, each Freeman is thy Son,\n And thou his Father lov'd, Great WASHINGTON!\n\n\n2. THE STARS.\n\n In the sweet silence of a cloudless night\n The glory-studded firmament on high\n With wonder overwhelms my gazing eye,\n Lost in the wilderness of worlds of light.\n Around these suns do systems wheel their flight,\n All pure and spotless as the crystal sky,\n Th' abodes of bliss serene without a sigh,\n Where mists and clouds ne'er rise nor storms affright?\n O, for an angel's wings to fly away\n From this low world of sin, and woe, and care,\n And gain those orbs of purity and love!\n Wish not for angel's wings: thy God obey,\n And soon his grace thy ransom'd soul will bear\n Up to his own more glorious throne above!\n\n\n3. LAST WISH OF WM. H. PRESCOTT.\n\n Still beautiful in this thy rest so deep,\n Thy final wish fulfill'd, we see thy face\n Calm as in life, with not a marring trace\n Of the swift blow, which calls thy friends to weep.\n What hosts of mighty dead around thee keep\n On these rich-loaded shelves their silent place?\u2015\u2015\n \"Farewell, companions lov'd; like your's my race\n Is run; tomorrow in the ground I sleep.\"\u2015\u2015\n What would he teach us, living, by this scene?\u2015\u2015\n Books! books! are earth's invaluable lights;\n Treasures of truth, the richest gifts terrene,\n Left by fled spirits in their upward flights!\n And what does man demand, in age and youth,\n But heav'n-descended, heav'nward-guiding TRUTH?\n\n\n4. ON WAR.\n\n \"Thou shalt not kill,\"\u2015\u2015the Almighty God hath said.\n Then, Mighty Kings! who glory in your shame\n And swim in blood to gain a hero's name,\n What awful doom\u2015\u2015with all your greatness fled\u2015\u2015\n When, rising with your subjects from the dead,\n Ye stand in judgment? What will then be fame?\n And will not fiery courage be quite tame;\u2015\u2015\n On ev'ry side th' Almighty's terrors spread?\n O, Living Monarchs! within reach of grace,\n Of love and mercy from the throne of God,\n Forgiveness may ye find, and faith t' embrace\n The offer'd pardon through redeeming blood;\n Then to the world great Benefactors prove,\n Your pride exchang'd for happy subjects' love!\n\n\n5. TRUTH'S TESTIMONY OF CHRIST.\n\n Truth to the earth came down from heav'n above,\n Cloth'd in celestial beauty to the eye,\n Willing to see; man's guide to God on high.\n Her voice is voice of sweetness and of love,\n Of pow'r all feelings of the soul to move.\n When she but speaks, all wild'ring phantoms fly,\n Each cheat, and fraud, and vile, illusive lie,\n Which in our murky air around thick rove.\n She speaks of Him, who ere the earth was made\n Was God's own Son in heav'nly glory bright;\n Yet dwelt with man in mortal flesh array'd,\n Redeemer blest! of this dark world the light;\u2015\u2015\n Whose death by cruel nails our life has won,\n Whose cross for us a bright, immortal crown.\n\n\n6. CORRUPTED YOUTH.\n\n I've seen the morning sweet, serene, and bright,\n Cheer'd by th' effulgence of the orb of day,\n And ev'ry object drest in pure array;\n But soon the splendor chang'd to dismal night.\n Dark clouds and raging storms spread round affright,\n While lightnings gleam, and thunders bring dismay.\n And such too oft is Youth: thoughtless and gay,\n With ev'ry charm to bless th' admiring sight.\n But soon how chang'd! The face is mark'd with care,\n The furious passions cast away control,\n And outrag'd conscience shakes a glist'ning dart.\n Poor Youth! Would'st thou the marred scene repair,\n The sway of holy laws must guide thy soul,\n And love, and hope, and faith must fill thy heart.\n\n\n7. PENITENCE.\n\n Heard ye the anguish of that broken sigh,\n Bursting from wretched sinner's smitten heart?\n Or did ye mark the contrite tears, which start\n In pearly drops from that uplifted eye?\n Blest is that groan; 'tis heard by him on high,\n Whose grace from prostrate soul will ne'er depart,\n Whose tender love will soothe the mental smart,\n And to Himself bring humble aliens nigh.\n Blest are those tears;\u2015\u2015with brighter ray they shine,\n Than costliest gem, which tyrant's crown adorns,\n When beaming on the gaze of subject throngs.\n The grief of penitence wakes bliss divine\n Before His throne, who bore the crown of thorns,\n And Angels' harps resound with rapt'rous songs!\n\n\n8. God's omnipresence. Psalm 139.\n\n O, whither from thy Spirit shall I go?\n Or whither from thine eye shall I repair?\n Thou, Lord, if I ascend to heav'n, art there;\n And there, if I lie down in grave below:\n Or if the wings of morning on me grow,\n And with the speed of light I pierce the air\n And find the shores, which India's billows wear,\u2015\u2015\n Ev'n there thy presence will around me flow.\u2015\u2015\n If I should say,\u2015\u2015\"night's veil will me conceal;\"\n Yet in thy view the darkness shall be light,\n And deepest gloom will shine like flood of day.\u2015\u2015\n Thy presence, Lord, then let me ever feel\n Each budding, sinful aim and thought to blight,\n And urge to deeds of holy, blest array.\n\n\n9. THE PROMETHEUS CHAINED OF AESCHYLUS.\n\n 'Tis piteous tale, in Grecian numbers told,\u2015\u2015\n Prometheus chain'd by Vulcan to a rock;\n Expos'd aloft to ev'ry tempest's shock,\n To burning sun, and winter's shiv'ring cold:\n And all his woe, as minstrel doth unfold,\n From love to man, whom other gods would mock.\n For man his hands Jove's treasury unlock;\n The stolen fire he breathes on man's dull mould.\n O, could this Bard have liv'd in Christian days,\n And seen our blessed Lord nail'd to the tree,\n Expos'd, from love to man, to scorn and woe;\n He would have sung of JESUS; and his lays\n Would shame our empty, soulless minstrelsy,\n Whose strains in praise of JESUS never flow!\n\n\n10. ON TYNDALE, THE MARTYR.\n\n Tyndale! Blest martyr to the truth and right,\n Who in thy zeal didst cause, with labor long,\n God's word to shine out in thy native tongue,\n In killing thee the men, who to the light\n Darkness prefer, would shroud the world in night.\n Vain hope! for on the day of this great wrong\n The sun of truth arose on England's throng\n With not a cloud t' obscure its splendor bright.\n What though the men of Rome did strangle thee,\n Then burn thy body at the stake? Thy name\n Is honor'd in the earth, while infamy\n Attends thy foes, and bigots blush with shame.\n But more than this: in the last day God's Son\n Will give the glorious crown, which thou hast won!\n\n\n11. MISERABLE OLD AGE.\n\n 'Tis weary through the race of life to run,\n Expos'd to noon-tide heat and chilly night,\n Mid storms, that well the boldest may affright,\n When clouds with lightnings arm'd obscure the sun.\n Our cares are vain; the good is never won;\n Sweet joys are fleeting as the meteor's light;\n Unfix'd as shadows are our hopes most bright;\n And toil of years is toil but just begun.\n Backward from long ascent we turn the eye,\n If haply the review may cheer the heart:\n The graves of those we love heave through the way.\n Forward we gaze: thick mists obstruct the sky,\n But precipice is near, from which we start;\n Yet naught remains but down to slide and die!\n\n\n12. Idols. Psalm 135.\n\n The heathen gods are gods of yellow gold,\n Of shining silver, or perchance of wood,\u2015\u2015\n Moulded in various shapes, as moulder would,\n And for large sums to godless sinners sold.\n These gods have mouths, but speak not;\u2015\u2015that were bold:\u2015\u2015\n Eyes have they, but they see not\u2015\u2015as eyes should;\u2015\u2015\n Ears have they, but they hear not\u2015\u2015yet are wooed;\n They breathe not through their throat\u2015\u2015may it be told?\n Nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought, nor sense have they,\n Who to these idol-gods their homage give,\n And pray for succor to a stubborn block.\n We pity such strange folly\u2015\u2015as we may;\u2015\u2015\n But if we worship idols, though they live,\n Do we not, too, the one Jehovah mock?\n\n\n13. TO 4 PRESIDENTS ALIVE. 1826.\n\n Ye've run a race of glory here below,\n Such as no rolls of hist'ry can display;\u2015\u2015\n Have held o'er Freedom's land a gentle sway,\n Have seen its prosp'rous tide unceasing flow,\n And now, retir'd, a welcome peace ye know.\n Methinks ye calmly smile,\u2015\u2015as well ye may,\u2015\u2015\n At those, who mingle in the public fray,\n O'erwhelm'd by cares, that no repose allow.\n Ye've run your race of honor, and full soon\n The darkness of the grave will close the scene;\n And after death your Judge will weigh your ways.\n My heart desires for you the blessed boon,\n That, ransom'd by the blood outpour'd for sin,\n Ye run th' immortal race of heav'nly praise!\n\n\n14. THE WAY OF SALVATION.\n\n If we with conscious guilt and humble shame\n Our sins confess to God and deep deplore,\n Resolv'd his holy laws to break no more,\n For pardon trusting in his Son's great name,\n Whose wondrous love brought him to bear our blame;\n Then let a rush of troubles whelm us o'er,\n As stormful billows dash upon the shore,\u2015\u2015\n E'n dying, we in peace may each exclaim,\u2015\u2015\n \"My spirit into life doth die away,\n And my poor body shall now rest in hope,\n Awaiting with the sav'd the rising day,\n When at the trumpet's blast each grave shall ope,\n And in the likeness of Christ's body I\n Shall share in glory endless in the sky!\"\n\n\n15. THE OVERTHROW OF POPERY.\n\n An angel rais'd a stone as millstone great,\n And cast it in the sea, and loudly cried\u2015\u2015\n \"Thus shall great Bab'lon perish in her pride,\n No fragment left of her once glorious state!\"\n Down sank the stone beneath the wave; when straight\n The earth, by guilt o'erburden'd, heav'd her side,\n And down the city fell in ruin wide,\n And naught was seen of walls, that tower'd so late.\n \"Alas, that city great!\" Cry mighty kings,\n Whose sceptres had sustain'd her bigot sway,\n While she by sorc'ries propp'd their tyrant throne.\n While swells her smoke, as of burnt-offerings,\n Standing afar, through fear, they mournful say\u2015\u2015\n \"Alas! that mighty city, BABYLON!\"\n\n\n16. THE FALL OF BABYLON.\n\n Her shorn, and cowl'd, and mitred merchants weep,\n Since perishes with her their gainful trade\n Of long indulgencies, for silver weigh'd,\n Pledg'd from sad purgatory souls to keep,\u2015\u2015\n Of holy water, oil, and relics cheap,\n As blood, tears, rags, and bones in grave-yard laid,\n Of crosses, roods, and forms for Mary made,\n Of beads and bulls, and various wares a heap;\n Of idols, masses, pray'rs, and souls of men,\n By sale of which they liv'd in indolence,\n And laugh'd while their poor cred'lous dupes did groan.\n Seeing her smoke afar, they cry again,\u2015\u2015\n \"Alas for all her lost magnificence!\n Fall'n is that proud, great city, BABYLON!\"\n\n\n17. THE SCOFFERS AT THE BIBLE.\n\n If God is holy Governor supreme,\n And star-born, earth-born subjects must obey,\n Or bear the Judge's sentence as they may;\u2015\u2015\n If they, endow'd with intellect's bright gleam,\n Free-will, and conscience, see God's Truth outstream,\n Yet scoff, instead of trembling with dismay,\n And infidels defiant prove; the day\n Is nigh, when Christ will say\u2015\u2015(it is no dream,\n They'll hear the trumpet's blast, no soothing lyre\u2015\u2015)\n Unto the devil's proud, poor dupes ensnar'd,\n No longer bold against God's Son t' conspire,\n Their sin and all its damage unrepair'd,\u2015\u2015\n \"Depart, ye cursed, into endless fire,\n For Satan and his angel-hosts prepar'd!\"\n\n\n18. PRAYER.\n\n The humble peasant on the mountain's side\n May feel th' oppressor's gripe, and seem his prey;\n But in compacted state, of just array,\n His country's arm will be to his allied.\n Though trampled on, and justice be denied,\n Yet let him in his Sov'reign's ear display\n His wrongs, and quick a just and mighty sway\n Shall lift him up, and check the spoiler's pride.\u2015\u2015\n The ear of God is open to our cry:\n Though high his throne, beyond our feeble sight,\n He hears from this far world each humble sigh;\n And swift to do his will, in squadrons bright,\n From heav'n to earth his mighty angels fly,\n Outstripping in their course the speed of light.\n\n\n19. CHRIST'S TABLE.\n\n The monarch's table, grac'd with golden plate,\n With viands loaded, brought from ev'ry clime,\n Garnish'd with beauty, cheer'd with minstrel's chime,\n Is poor, compar'd with that, at which I sate.\n The humble feast outvied all royal state;\u2015\u2015\n The bread from far beyond where sun doth climb,\n The wine more ancient than the birth of time,\u2015\u2015\n Present the King of Kings o'er worlds elate;\n The guests in purity of heart array'd,\n Their songs the glad emotions of the soul,\n Their faces beaming with celestial love.\u2015\u2015\n Like this no table e'er shall be display'd\n Till o'er the earth the car of fate shall roll,\n And bear the worthy to the feast above.\n\n\n20. DEATH. Job 14.\n\n Poor man, of woman born, is child of woe;\n His days are few and fill'd with bitter grief,\n With cares and pains, from which is no relief,\n Till scythe of death shall lay his blossoms low.\n The gen'rous tree cut down will once more grow,\n And spread its branches after ruin brief\n Loaded with fruits almost beyond belief;\u2015\u2015\n Such pow'r have living roots, that creep below.\n But man decays, and wastes away, and dies,\n His noble frame dissolving in the ground,\n His spirit fled\u2015\u2015ah, whither who can say?\n Beneath the valley's clod in sleep profound\n He rests, and there the sleeper quiet lies,\n Till earth shall burn and heav'ns shall flee away.\n\n\n21. THE STORM ON THE LAKE.\n\n The vessel floated on the inland sea,\n And Jesus found repose to nature dear,\n When straight the angry storm comes wing'd with fear,\n And heaving billows roll tumultuously.\n Asleep in undisturb'd tranquillity,\n The voice of terror breaks upon his ear,\n \"Master! now save us, or we perish here;\u2015\u2015\n We sink, unless deliv'rance comes from Thee!\"\n He rose and said\u2015\u2015\"Ye tempests! cease to blow;\n Ye billows! be ye calm as infant's sleep:\"\u2015\u2015\n When lo, the winds are hush'd and smooth the waves.\n Ye toss'd and tempted souls! to Jesus go;\n In him your faith and trust unshaken keep,\n And ye shall be secure, for JESUS saves!\n\n\n22. ON JACQUES BALMAT.\n\n Mont Blanc! That he first gain'd thy snow-built height\n Was his great pride and boast. Yet crevice deep\n Became his sudden grave, where he doth sleep,\n Slid in some icy chasm with wild affright,\n Shut out from human reach and human sight.\n Of man's strange pride, for which the angels weep,\n From this a useful lesson let man reap,\n Whatever point he gains by struggling might.\n First scholar, artist, genius of the age,\n First with the sword or with the tongue's debate,\n Poet strong-wing'd or philosophic sage,\u2015\u2015\n However loud the trump, that calls thee great,\u2015\u2015\n Proud, boasting worm! just think of poor Balmat,\n In ice-chink plung'd from all his high eclat!\n\n\n23. CONTROVERSY.\n\n I've struck the milk-white quartz with gentle blow,\n And split with hammer fragment from the rock,\n When lo, unquarried by the shiv'ring shock,\n The precious Em'rald's crystal beauties glow!\n Thus from the mine of thought, obscure and low,\n Does force of argument the gem unlock,\n Whose charms the beams of star-born diamond mock;\u2015\u2015\n That gem is _Truth_\u2015\u2015the truth, which angels know!\n Delve patient; make the stubborn barriers fly;\n Though long the toil, let hope assuage thy care;\n Each blow the glad and glist'ning beams may wake.\n With zeal contend; the inquisition ply;\n Yet in debate this needful caution bear\u2015\u2015\n Be gentle, or the crystal thou mayst break!\n\n\n24. THE SABBATH.\n\n Sweet is the dawn of tranquil holy day,\n Hallow'd, e'en from the birth of time, to rest,\n To purest joys, and contemplations blest;\u2015\u2015\n The cares of this vain world put far away.\n God said, \"Let there be light:\" and straight the play\n Of varied hues all nature did invest:\n Creation ended,\u2015\u2015this was God's behest;\u2015\u2015\n \"Let Sabbath peace return, while earth shall stay.\"\n Once more, near thrice the hundred thousandth time,\n The blessed light upon the world is spread,\n And wakes an heav'nly flame in many an eye:\u2015\u2015\n Just emblem of that Sabbath day sublime,\n Whose beams in heav'n on ransom'd souls are shed\n In glorious brightness through eternity!\n\n\n25. THE WIDOW'S SON RAISED.\n\n No company of revellers is here,\n But sad procession solemn moves and slow,\n While sobs are heard, and tears of anguish flow;\u2015\u2015\n A widow's only son is on the bier.\n But now the mighty Son of God comes near,\n And stops the moving spectacle of woe,\n And says\u2015\u2015\"Young man, I tell thee, rise!\" When lo\n The dead man lives, and speaks in accents clear!\n O, what a tide of ecstasy was thine,\n Blest widow, kissing that son's face once more,\n Then falling at _His_ feet, who wak'd the dead!\n So, at another day, that voice divine\n Shall reach all caverns of the grave with power,\n And rapture through innum'rous hearts shall spread.\n\n\n26. THANKSGIVING-DAY, 1859.\n\n Thanks be to God on this Thanksgiving-Day\n For all his wondrous goodness to our Land;\n To mine, and me. Ah, who can understand\n The myst'ries of his love? To Him I pray,\n With millions whom his truth and spirit sway,\n That all our people may discern his hand\n In their rich blessings and in one great band\n Serve Him, whom all the hosts of heav'n obey.\u2015\u2015\n Yet what is now our pride is but our shame\u2015\u2015\n \"Our Country's FREEDOM!\" 'Tis not known by all,\n Though loud we cry, 'tis man's most rightful claim.\n Methinks I hear in thunder tones heav'n's call,\u2015\u2015\n \"Ye glorying States, that boast of LIBERTY,\n Look on four million SLAVES and make them FREE!\"\n\n\n27. THE LORD MY SHEPHERD.\n\n The Lord my Shepherd is\u2015\u2015the Psalmist said\u2015\u2015\n In pastures green he gives me soft repose,\n And leads where living water gently flows;\n Thus ev'ry want is by his bounty fed.\n When from his paths I err, by pride misled,\n My soul his kind restoring mercy knows;\n He brings me joy, and saves from direful woes;\n Then let my tongue his praises ever spread.\n Yea, though I walk through death's most dreary vale,\n Where unshap'd shadows glide and bring affright,\n Since thou art with me naught shall wake my fear.\n The path, tho' dark and fill'd with mis'ry's wail,\n Guides to yon distant, growing, glorious light,\n Gleaming from throne of God in heav'ns most clear.\n\n\n28. CHRIST'S RESURRECTION.\n\n Welcome, O Day, in dazzling glory bright,\n Emblem of yet another day most blest,\n When all Christ's friends with him in heav'n shall rest;\n For on this day, in his recover'd might,\n The sleeper wak'd to see this morning's light;\u2015\u2015\n \"The Son of God!\" glad angel-hosts attest:\n So, when alive, most fully shown, confest,\n For on this day he took his heav'n-ward flight.\n When therefore our glad eyes this morning's sun\n See rising on the earth, we'll lift our thought\n To Him, who by his death our life hath bought,\n And victor-king for us a crown hath won.\n It e'er shall be a day of sweetest joy,\n Till we shall see our Lord in yonder sky!\n\n\n29. DARKNESS UNTIL HEAVENLY LIGHT.\n\n Dark is the soul of man all hist'ry shows,\n Until outshines God's pure and heav'nly light;\n Till then delusions play upon his sight\u2015\u2015\n Misleading ev'ry step, as on he goes,\n Each vile imposture working him great woes,\n Each cheat and lie, sprung up in murky night,\n Withstanding ever what is true and right,\n And love of gain all honesty o'erthrows.\u2015\u2015\n Reason, a flick'ring taper, is but dim,\n While pride and ev'ry passion keep their sway.\n Where then can help be found except in Him,\n Who spake at first, and night was turn'd to day?\u2015\u2015\n God's only Son! Shine thou on us in love;\n Then shall we dwell with thee in light above!\n\n\n30. MARIA MALLEVILLE ALLEN.\n\n My MALLEVILLE! mature like fruitful vine\n About my house, while flourishing most fair\n Thou'rt smitten to the ground. Sighs fill the air,\n And here no longer can I call thee mine.\n But how can I against God's will repine?\n He will restore thee, and my loss repair,\n Sweet, growing, endless joys with thee to share,\n And with the holy who in glory shine!\n E'en now thy spirit lives, and joins the song,\n Which breaks like torrent from the harps of gold\n Resounding through heav'n's arches by the throng\n Of ransom'd sinners and with joys untold,\u2015\u2015\n \"Let Wisdom, Honor, Pow'r in highest strain\n To thee, O LAMB, be paid, for Thou wast slain!\"\n\n\n31. PRAYER FOR MERCY.\n\n I dare not, Lord, claim aught of good from thee\n As in reward of virtue my just right;\n Up to thy throne on high, all-glorious, bright,\n I dare not lift my eyes. Humility\n Befits the child of sin and misery:\n Repenting tears may well bedim his sight.\n Yes, Savior, on my guilty breast I smite,\n And \"Mercy! Mercy!\" this is all my cry.\n 'Twas mercy, in thy vast, amazing love,\n Awaking wonder in th' angelic throng,\n That brought thee down from God's right hand above,\n Upon the cross to die, t' atone for wrong.\n Then wilt thou not my sad petition hear,\n And give me peace and hope, instead of fear?\n\n\n32. THE LOST CHILD.\n\n Two days had pass'd; the anxious search was vain\n The wilder'd child in forest wide to find;\n But pity call'd once more the neighbors kind\n Each darksome nook t' explore with care and pain.\n In far-stretch'd rank, like fleet upon the main,\n Well rang'd by wisdom are their toils combin'd,\u2015\u2015\n With law\u2015\u2015\"If dead, a single horn shall wind:\u2015\u2015\n Alive, let gun and horn ring merry strain!\"\u2015\u2015\n \"Hark!\"\u2015\u2015as the Father lay with ear to ground,\n He cried;\u2015\u2015\"Alas, my wife, the single horn!\u2015\u2015\n Oh no! Gun, horn, and shout the forest shake!\"\u2015\u2015\n So, when the wilder'd, sinning man is found,\n By grace recover'd and to goodness born,\n From angel hosts the shouts of joy outbreak.\n\n\n33. MEXICAN IDOL.\n\n Of giant height, carv'd from basaltic block,\n Two snakes the monster bears for arms and hands;\n On either side a vulture's wing expands;\n The noble face of man its features mock.\n Beneath, the fangs of Rattlesnake unlock;\n On Tiger's claws the fearful idol stands;\n Men's hearts and skull do make his necklace bands;\u2015\u2015\n Meet ornaments, that ev'ry gazer shock!\n Here is the form of true idolatry!\n Worship of serpent\u2015\u2015vulture\u2015\u2015tiger god,\u2015\u2015\n Curst Lucifer, the rebel flung to hell!\n Can Christians to such idol bow the knee?\n The idol WAR is such; thus cloth'd, thus shod,\n Inwreath'd with skulls, hissing with malice fell!\n\n\n34. GOD OUR SAFETY. Psalm 91.\n\n Who in the Most High's secret place doth dwell,\n Beneath th' Almighty's shadow shall abide.\n God is my refuge, where I safe may hide,\u2015\u2015\n My fortress strong and inaccessible.\n From thee the noisome plague he will repel,\n And safe from fowler's snare, with skill applied;\n Although a thousand fall down at thy side,\n No evil shall approach thy house or cell.\n His kind, protecting wings o'er thee shall spread;\n His truth shall be to thee a brazen shield,\n His promise stronger than a tow'r on high;\n Of nightly terror be not then afraid,\n Nor of the day's swift arrow: 'tis reveal'd,\n Thy God, thy trust, shall lift thee to the sky!\n\n\n35. THE BELIEVER ENCOURAGED.\n\n Pilgrim! do thickest clouds of grief and woe\n Shut from thine eye that sweet and heav'nly light,\n So lately spread upon thy pathway bright?\n Is a dark wing outstretch'd o'er all below?\n Fear not: more glorious beams shall surely flow\n From fount perennial on thy gladden'd sight.\n Thy God is faithful. In his love and might\n Thou'rt safe; and naught thy bliss can overthrow.\n Gaze now upon the wondrous cross. There hung,\u2015\u2015\n Victim for sins, which claim'd avenging hell,\u2015\u2015\n God's own beloved Son in agony:\n Then hear the strains in heav'nly arches sung.\n Can He, who gave the gift unspeakable,\n Deny thee strength, and hope, and light, and joy?\n\n\n36. ON REV. DR. JOHN CODMAN.\n\n CODMAN, in early paths of life my friend,\n When we together walk'd the flow'ry way\n Of science, nor from virtue went astray,\n Where Charles's stream by Harvard's walls doth wend;\n Then woven were the ties, no force can rend\u2015\u2015\n The ties of Christian love; from day to day\n Our constant aim, our constant, firm essay,\n God's Truth first known, its dictates to attend.\u2015\u2015\n Through many a year and many a changing scene\n Our early bond unbroken, when at last,\n As all thy earthly prospects were o'ercast,\n I bid farewell to thee with anguish keen,\n Then did'st thou say,\u2015\u2015\"We meet again above\u2015\u2015\n This faith I have\u2015\u2015where sits ETERNAL LOVE!\"\n\n\n37. NORTHAMPTON GRAVE-YARD.\n\n Thick are the branches of o'ershad'wing trees,\n Of deep, unfading green: does this proclaim,\n That many a sleeper here hath deathless name,\n Immortal glory by God's just decrees?\n These monumental stones no eye that sees\u2015\u2015\n Of whitest marble as for purest fame,\n Recording deeds of high and holy aim\u2015\u2015\n But must their forms approve. Each passing breeze\n Bears richest odors from these graves, where rest\n The fathers and their children; men of prayer,\n Of faith, and love, and ev'ry virtue blest.\u2015\u2015\n For the great rising day be it our care\n To be ourselves companions of the wise;\n With them to meet our Savior in the skies.\n\n\n38. THE LORD'S PRAYER.\n\n Our heav'nly Father, whom we fear and love,\n Hallow'd by all thy children be thy name;\n Thy kingdom come\u2015\u2015an empire without blame;\n Let men obey thee, like the blest above.\n Give us this day our daily bread; remove\n Our guilt, as we forgive a brother's shame;\n Let not temptation urge its mighty claim,\n Nor web of evil be around us wove;\n For thine the kingdom is, and thine the praise;\n And thine the pow'r, which no resistance knows:\n To thee, O God, be endless glory given.\u2015\u2015\n Thus will I pray, while heart within me plays,\n Or tongue is free my feelings to disclose,\n Till I shall join the choral song in heaven.\n\n\n39. PRAISE TO GOD. Psalm 148.\n\n Praise ye the Lord. Ye Angels, give him praise\n And all his hosts throughout the heav'ns on high;\n Both sun and moon, and stars that fill the sky,\n For his command made all your lights to blaze.\n Let all earth's hosts their voices loud upraise;\n Ye mountains proud that human feet defy,\n And dragons which in ocean-deeps do lie;\n Fire, hail, and vapors, tempests that amaze\n The seaman in his barque; the drifting snow;\n All lofty cedars and each fruitful tree;\n The fowl that fly, and beasts that creep below;\n All kings and people, old and young, come ye,\n And praise God's name, all glorious, good, and great,\u2015\u2015\n God's name, in majesty o'er all elate!\n\n\n40. ON MY FATHER, REV. T. ALLEN.\n\n I give thee thanks and praise, Great God above!\n That though one half a hundred years be fled\n Since my dear earthly father join'd the dead,\n He lives within my heart. His faith, his love,\n His zeal for right, the thoughts that him did move\n The foes of truth t' encounter without dread,\u2015\u2015\n All foes of Him who on the cross once bled,\u2015\u2015\n Such things for him a web of honor wove.\n My years are more than his: O, could I say,\n My virtues are but equal; and that, when\n I reach the closing hour of my life's day,\n My God would give me his strong faith; for then,\n As told he could not live, he made reply\u2015\u2015\n \"I'm going to _live_ forever in the sky!\"\n\n\n41. TIME'S END. Rev. 10.\n\n Cloth'd with a cloud an angel-form I see;\n A beaming rainbow decks his glorious brow;\n Like dazzling noon-tide sun his features glow;\n One blazing foot is planted in the sea,\n The other on the earth, like burning tree;\n He cried aloud, as lion, roaring slow;\n Seven angry thunders mutter'd their echo;\n His red right arm he lifted high and free;\n Then with an oath, that shook heav'ns mighty arch,\n He sware by Him, that made the sea and earth,\n And scattered far abroad the worlds of light,\u2015\u2015\n Whose years proceed in never-ending march,\n That Time, which ow'd to his decree its birth,\n Should cease fore'er to wing its rapid flight.\n\n\n42. WRITTEN IN A THUNDER-STORM.\n\n In that loud voice, that shakes the earth and skies,\n The ancient pagan heard Jove's angry tone,\n Speaking to mortals from the clouds, his throne;\n In that keen light, which rapid bursts and flies,\n And darts to earth, and dazzles mortal eyes,\n The pagan saw Jove's vengeful jav'lin thrown,\n To check man's pride, and cast presumption down,\n And vindicate the god as strong and wise.\n But now, since Franklin drew a spark from cloud,\n And prov'd it merely electricity,\u2015\u2015\n Though, God! thou speak in thunders e'er so loud,\n Our empty science makes us deaf to Thee;\n And though thy lightnings glare, yet we are proud,\n And blind to Thy most glorious majesty!\n\n\n43. IMPIETY.\n\n The pagan pays his worship to a block,\n Or lifts his homage to the glorious sun,\n Who, like a giant, in his race doth run;\u2015\u2015\n Such folly well our thinking sense may shock.\n But what if Christian nam'd his God should mock,\n Or wrapp'd in web, by atheist's fingers spun,\n All nature's brightness seem obscure and dun,\n Not deem'd His work, who guides the starry flock?\n Is there not here a guilt of deeper dye,\n A mind less cheer'd by rays of truth divine,\n A heart more cold, enchain'd by Greenland frost?\n Ah! can the wretch e'er dwell in purest sky,\n Where God's perfections all in glory shine?\n Is he not blinded, cheated, wilder'd, lost?\n\n\n44. ON THE DEATH OF MY DAUGHTER.\n\n Poor man, who name of Father dost not know,\n Nor e'er hast felt that bond of sweetest might,\n Which binds thee to thy child; on whose glad sight\n That fairest image on the earth below,\u2015\u2015\n In beauty like heav'n's various-tinted bow,\u2015\u2015\n Her Mother's picture, lovely daughter bright\n Ne'er shone;\u2015\u2015thou hast not seen joy's earthly height!\u2015\u2015\n All this I've seen, and lost to my huge woe!\n And yet I do not need thy pity, friend;\n For though the flow'r of seventeen summers' bloom\n Was smitten, still it blossoms without end\n In garden, where ne'er falls a blighting doom.\n A ransom'd sinner did my Daughter die,\n In Christian hope, with glory in her eye!\n\n\n45. THE LAST DAY OF THE YEAR.\n\n This day another year of life is fled,\n With ev'ry change; its gloom and beaming light,\n Its woes and joys all vanish'd from the sight:\n Yet deeds of good and evil are not dead.\n If ill, their record we shall see with dread\n O'erwhelming to our sight and wild affright,\n Unless through Christ our conscience is set right\n And his atoning blood our peace hath bred.\n If good our deeds, and Christ through faith our friend,\n Then gladly may we hail life's final day,\u2015\u2015\n The heirs of glory we when time shall end.\u2015\u2015\n In the new year be our's the bliss to say,\n Each truly,\u2015\u2015\"Lord, in thee my hope is strong\n Of thee, the Lamb, to sing heav'n's ceaseless song!\"\n\n\n46. TRANSFIGURATION OF CHRIST.\n\n Nature's idolater the mount ascends\n To gaze around: Jesus went up to pray;\n And as he pray'd, there beam'd a tenfold day,\n And brightness, that all earthly light transcends.\n What company is this, that Him attends?\n Celestial forms appear in pure array,\n And speak of suff'rings at a future day,\n His certain death, which shame and anguish blends.\n But soon the light recedes; there comes a cloud,\n Dark and terrific in th' apostles' eyes,\n And spreads its curtains round, beneath, above;\n And from that gloom a voice is heard most loud\u2015\u2015\n \"This is my Son, who came from upper skies,\n My Son beloved, hear ye Him and love!\"\n\n\n47. SLEEPERS IN THE GRAVE-YARD.\n\n In this fair grove of thick-branch'd evergreen\n How many sleepers wide are scatter'd round,\n Having their quiet rest beneath the ground,\n On ev'ry side their marble tablets seen?\n Their sleep, now quiet, will not be, I ween,\n When the archangel's trumpet loud shall sound:\n Not one of all will then be heedless found\n But all will spring to life; a mingled scene\n Of grief, despair, and sweet and high delight.\n I speak not of the bad; but sure a throng\n Of loving friends will meet the judge's sight,\n Skill'd in the notes of ransom'd sinners' song.\u2015\u2015\n Shall we be with these sleepers as they rise?\n Say, shall we join them in yon blessed skies?\n\n\n48. SONG OF THE REDEEMED. Rev. 7.\n\n Behold, before the Lamb, before God's throne\n In robes of white a countless multitude,\n All bearing palms, in glorious order stood,\n From ev'ry tribe and tongue by goodness won;\n Their voices high are join'd, as if but one;\n All cry aloud\u2015\u2015Salvation to our God,\n And to the glorious Lamb, whose precious blood\n For all our deepest sins did once atone!\n Then fell the angels prostrate, and they said\u2015\u2015\n While with enraptur'd hearts they God adore,\n And to the Lamb of sacrifice they bend\u2015\u2015\n \"Let honor, glory, blessing, thanks be paid,\n All might, and wisdom, majesty, and power\n Unto our God for ages without end!\"\n\n\n49. NATURE REPROVED.\n\n For ages worshipp'd by the Minstrel throng,\n By rippling brook, in air, and field, and wood,\n On mountain top, and ridge of billowy flood,\n Nature! thou dost thy Maker mighty wrong.\n Hast thou no speech to check the erring song?\n Glows not thy beauteous cheek with mantling blood\n Thyself to take His praise, \"FIRST FAIR, FIRST GOOD?\"\n Wilt thou this wild delusion still prolong?\n Vain Idol! this thy folly thou shalt rue:\n A voice is swelling on the mountain breeze,\n And echoes loud from yonder azure sky\u2015\u2015\n \"Thy beauty's light shall turn to deadly hue;\n On all thy charms the kindling flames shall seize,\n And worshipper and god in ashes lie!\"\n\n\n50. REMOVAL OF SEVERE ILLNESS.\n\n Short seem'd the step down to the awful grave,\n Where ev'ry vig'rous limb all stiffen'd lies,\n And greedy worms in us hold revelries,\n While weeds and grasses o'er my bed shall wave.\n This world of ours, built up so beauteous, brave,\n Must it be faded ever from my eyes?\n Shall my dull ear hear no sweet symphonies?\n And from this dreaded doom can naught me save?\n Naught sav'd me but thy pow'r, O God of love!\n I live again: to Thee be all the praise;\n And let me live with heart on things above,\n As one, in all things whom thy Spirit sways;\n So serving Christ, as sure to me 'tis given\n To see him in a brighter world\u2015\u2015in heaven!\n\n\n51. GOD MAN'S ALL-SUFFICIENT GOOD.\n\n Although no blossom'd fig tree deck the field,\n Nor fruit hangs clust'ring on the joyful vine,\n To give, when press'd, the spirit-cheering wine,\n Nor cultur'd ground the needful food doth yield;\n Although the flocks the fold no longer shield,\n Nor sheep and goats from rav'nous wolves confine;\n Although no grazing herds, as once, are mine,\n And all my gold to robbers is reveal'd;\n Yet in Jehovah will my soul rejoice,\n The God of my salvation; songs shall rise\n To him, whose favor is my treasur'd gold.\n His bounty forces on my better choice\n The ever-gladd'ning fruits of paradise,\n And heav'n's unmeasur'd good, and joys untold.\n\n\n52. THE DEATH OF REV. DR. I. NICHOLS.\n\n In boyhood's prime our four years' course being done\n In band of numbers unsurpass'd before,\n All said,\u2015\u2015as richest gems we counted o'er,\u2015\u2015\n \"The highest rank Thou, youngest, yet hast won.\"\n Again, when now brief interval was run,\n Our toils renew'd as long a time once more\n In Harvard's walls, t' acquire the honey'd store.\u2015\u2015\n Since then just fifty years our lives have spun.\u2015\u2015\n A few days past I hail'd my birth-day light;\n Alas, it was thy day of death, my friend,\n When thy keen eyes were clos'd in deepest night:\n Yet 'twas thy birth to life without an end!\n Thy trust be mine\u2015\u2015is now my sick-bed pray'r\u2015\u2015\n In God's own Son, who came our sins to bear.\n\n\n53. THE VOICE OF NATURE TO POETS.\n\n Your homage has been paid me much too long,\n Withheld from him, who made me fair and good,\n His image to reflect from earth and flood,\n And wake for him the Bard's sublimest song.\u2015\u2015\n No eagle, mounting on his pinions strong,\n Nor sweetly-warbling Nightingale in wood,\n No humble flow'r with tint of sky or blood,\n Nor scaly fish, nor murm'ring insect throng;\n No shaggy beast beneath the forest wide,\n No crystal gleaming in its rocky bed,\n Nor glossy shell beneath the em'rald sea;\n No rippling brook, nor stream of swollen pride,\n No golden cloud, nor star in silence led,\n FATHER OF ALL! but speaks aloud of Thee!\n\n\n54. THE CROSS AND CROWN.\n\n Bright symbols, which a daughter's hand hath wove,\n What more significant before mine eyes\n Or showing forth sublimer mysteries,\u2015\u2015\n The color'd Cross the suff'ring Savior's love,\n The Crown of green his Father's gift above?\u2015\u2015\n Why bear these autumn leaves such crimson dyes,\n Save to express his death, his agonies,\n Whose hand outspread each decorated grove?\n If all be, then, the purchase of his blood,\u2015\u2015\n All who repent, and love, believe, obey,\n Who, now redeem'd, walk in the upward way,\n Cheer'd with the hope of heav'n's eternal good,\u2015\u2015\n Let me not boast of all within my thought,\n Save in Christ's CROSS, by which my CROWN was bought.\n\n\n55. DYING I AM BLEST.\n\n Great kings must leave their thrones and rule unjust,\n Philosophers forget their idle schemes,\n Beauty her form, and poets too their dreams,\n And rich men mingle with the worthless dust.\n Alas, what is the earth to poor man's trust?\n How fleeting all earth's joys, like rushing streams!\n Yet 'tis not dark to me: I see bright gleams,\n Which from my God on high on me outburst,\u2015\u2015\n Visions of good eternal in the skies:\u2015\u2015\n My sins effac'd by blood,\u2015\u2015redeeming love,\u2015\u2015\n God's Son, once on the cross, enthroned above,\u2015\u2015\n My long-lost ones again before my eyes,\n With all the good.\u2015\u2015I cry, \"Death brings me rest;\n Through thee, O Jesus, DYING I AM BLEST!\"\n\n\n56. COMPACT ON BOARD THE MAYFLOWER.\n\n The wondrous \"Mayflow'r,\" floating on the sea,\n Wafting the noble Pilgrims to the west,\n As yet had found no circling shore for rest,\n Though land was near; 'tis now her Company\n To guard against disorders, which might be,\n And firm foundation lay for empire blest,\n Their \"Solemn Compact\" made, that none might wrest,\n Each pledg'd the Rule to follow cheerfully.\n Freedom and Law are bound in union sweet;\n For all have equal pow'r till common vote\n Authority confer, to which all bow,\n Its exercise restrain'd, as is most meet,\n To Public Good. No acts of their's denote\n A thought their Chief could private int'rest know.\n\n\n57. TO JESUS CHRIST, GOD'S SON.\n\n O, blessed, first-born Son of God most high,\n By whom the sun and all the worlds of light\n Were summon'd from the gloom of deepest night,\n While this low earth was shap'd before thine eye,\u2015\u2015\n Didst Thou earth's ills in human form defy,\n Leaving thy glorious, heav'nly mansion bright,\n To save lost man, and vindicate God's right,\n And on the cross, nail'd hands and feet, didst die?\u2015\u2015\n O, wondrous truth, beyond all truths we know!\n With love our trembling lips pronounce thy name;\n With speechless gratitude our hearts o'erflow!\n But Thou didst rise from thy sad doom of shame,\n And, while angelic hosts hail Thee and greet,\n At God's right hand didst find thine ancient seat.\n\n\n58. TO DR. THOMSON, MISSIONARY.\n\n Old WARRIOR, two decades of years and more\n Have sped, since thou didst arm thee for the fight,\n Since thou didst wield thy sword with hero's might,\n Warring just where apostles fought of yore.\n 'Twas Charity, which o'er two oceans bore\n Thee and thy fellows from this land of light\n To seek God's ancient mount in error's night\n And Zion's long-lost glory to restore.\n Thy warfare is to last while thou hast breath;\n Sure is the vict'ry which to Christ is given;\n Earth shall yet bear the sun-light stamp of heaven.\n And when at last thine eye shall close in death,\n Thy life, we know, through Christ's atoning blood,\n Shall be where God outbeams light's endless flood.\n\n\n59. HAPPY OLD AGE.\n\n 'Tis good our destin'd course in life to run,\n New forms of beauty bursting on the sight,\n The clouds soon gone, that bring a feeble night,\n Still holding on our way, like glorious sun.\n What noble prize has sluggishness e'er won?\n 'Tis toil of day, that brings sweet rest at night,\n And mingled joys make e'en our sorrows light:\n The bliss we taste is bliss but just begun.\n From height of age we gaze on years gone by;\n The fruits of many a deed of good appear,\n From which new plants are waving to the eye.\n Forward we look; no terrors we descry,\n But all is light, and peace, and pleasures dear:\n One step will gain the glories of the sky!\n\n\n60. PILGRIMS ON PLYMOUTH ROCK.\n\n The \"Mayflow'r\"'s anchor'd in the wintry bay;\n And now the crowded boat with busy oar\n Glides onward to the solitary shore,\n Where, just emerging from the wave, there lay\n A Rock, which trusting feet would not betray.\n On this the Pilgrims land, to float no more\n On angry billows, as they ceaseless roar;\u2015\u2015\n But here to fix their dwelling-place for aye.\u2015\u2015\n This scene may well the future good unfold,\n Which o'er th' Atlantic wave their feet had sought\u2015\u2015\n THE LIBERTY OF CONSCIENCE, prize untold,\n Each shackle broke which bigotry had wrought\u2015\u2015\n Symbol, which sure our eyes do not bemock,\n Of FREEDOM'S Empire, founded on a Rock!\n\n\n61. NO SORROW IN DEATH.\n\n As now, methinks, my fated hour draws nigh,\n With all its scenes before my vision clear,\n Why must I take my flight without a tear\n To dim the lustre of my heav'n-lift eye?\n Why leave I sweetest joys without a sigh,\n As though to my blest soul not rich and dear?\n Is all my love to lov'd ones insincere,\n That I am calm while other spirits cry?\n Oh no! I love them; but love others more\u2015\u2015\n Our common SAVIOR, victim on the tree\u2015\u2015\n Their Mother and their Sister gone before\n To heav'n, there ready now to welcome me.\n Harvests of glorious Good about to reap,\u2015\u2015\n Dying to enter LIFE,\u2015\u2015how can I weep?\n\n\n62. ON JOHN ROBINSON.\n\n I see thee, outcast from thy native shore,\n Exile from England lov'd, to toil and die;\n And ne'er didst thou behold our western sky;\u2015\u2015\n Yet in both lands what name is honor'd more\n Than thine, O ROBINSON? We hence adore\n That Providence, which thus uplifts on high\n The worthy from their deep humility,\n And makes them stars to shine forevermore.\n The Truth thou didst discern and didst maintain\u2015\u2015\n Freedom to worship God\u2015\u2015with courage bold,\n Unaw'd by foes in pow'r and pride arrayed.\n This claim the world will ne'er forget again,\n Nor thee forget, its champion of old,\n But breathe thy noble spirit undismayed.\n\n\n63. SUDDEN SICKNESS. 1845.\n\n As city, near volcanic mountain's brow,\n When heav'd by earthquake in its strongest wall,\n Trembles, and seems just tott'ring to its fall;\n Such seem'd my frame of clay beneath the blow.\n 'Twas Wisdom's way to make the suff'rer know\n The lesson oft forgot, needful for all,\n That fleeting life soon flies beyond recall,\u2015\u2015\n That heav'nly bliss is nigh or endless woe.\n One day death's gloom seem'd settling on my head;\n The next I joyful felt God's arm of might,\n And rose as one recover'd from the dead.\n To whom then now belongs my life of right?\n Thee, Lord, I praise, whose mercies overflow;\n Thee will I serve with angel's zeal below!\n\n\n64. ON TRUTH.\n\n Of intellectual worlds Truth is the sun,\n Outpouring on the mind heav'n's purest light,\n Before which quickly fly all shades of night.\n And as his daily course the Truth doth run,\n He sheds a vivifying heat. This done,\n Each plant of virtue grows up in our sight;\n But ev'ry vile imposture feels a blight.\u2015\u2015\n With thee has truth, God's truth, the vict'ry won?\n Alas! by ev'ry cheat and wicked lie\n Man is misled, deluded to his woe;\n And o'er him Satan holds dominion high,\n Reigning o'er all the wretched race below,\n Till God doth interpose in wondrous love,\n On man his Spirit pouring from above.\n\n\n65. TWO VIEWS OF DEATH.\n\n O death, how dreadful is thy certain doom,\n The beautiful all hidden from my eye\n In the dark pit, where their stiff bodies lie!\n And must I join them in the loathsome tomb?\n Yet sure the spring-flow'r does not fail to bloom,\n When wintry frosts give way to genial sky.\n For body's happy change we need not sigh;\n Nor for the spirit's flight from all earth's gloom.\n Then, Death, thy presence brings me no affright,\n But wakes my loud, exulting voice through grace,\n A shout of glorious victor in the fight,\n Or of the winner in the struggling race.\n Death is quick transfer of the soul to heaven,\n A boon to all Christ's friends in mercy given.\n\n\n66. GOD'S MARVELLOUS WORKS. Ps. 104.\n\n 'Tis God, who made and heav'n and earth sustains:\n We render homage due.\u2015\u2015When floods arose,\n The Lord did quell them to a quick repose.\u2015\u2015\n He made all springs for mountains and for plains.\n T' enrich the earth he gives his plenteous rains;\n The herb for man and grass for cattle grows.\u2015\u2015\n The moon for seasons made, the sun too knows\n His going down, when thickest darkness reigns;\n Then forest beasts creep forth, who shun the light.\n To God young lions for their meat do cry;\n The sun ariseth,\u2015\u2015down in their dens they lie:\n But man unto his work goes out till night.\u2015\u2015\n Thy works, O Lord, how manifold and great!\n In searchless wisdom didst thou all create!\n\n\n67. THE LAST WORDS OF A MINISTER.\n\n CHRIST and redeeming mercy,\u2015\u2015these alone\n His themes, as soon his life would cease to move;\n Then hear as if his voice still with you strove:\u2015\u2015\n \"My Friends! whom I would meet before Christ's throne,\n And welcome where all ransom'd souls are one,\n The Son of God from his high throne above\n Came down to this low world in boundless love\n By anguish of the cross our guilt t' atone,\n Immortal life by rising bring to light,\n For the deprav'd God's Spirit to procure,\n For weakest Christian all his promis'd might,\n And thus the failing hope to re-assure:\u2015\u2015\n Compar'd with Christ count all things then but loss,\n Nor glory save in Christ and in his cross!\"\n\n\n68. PLYMOUTH MONUMENT LAID 1859.\n\n This upbuilt monument, though broad and high\n As tow'ring pyramid on Egypt's plain,\n Our Pilgrim-Fathers' rarest worth in vain\n Attempts to show forth to the kindled eye.\n They said\u2015\u2015\"We'll seek a land of Liberty;\n No child of ours shall wear a galling chain!\"\u2015\u2015\n Such purpose bore them o'er the stormy main:\n Here was their home, and here their bodies lie.\n We'll build their noble virtues in our hearts,\u2015\u2015\n The love of Truth, the love of Good and Right,\n The Faith which sees beyond our earthly sight,\n The Zeal which love to God and man imparts:\u2015\u2015\n SUCH MONUMENT we will not fail to raise,\n When rock-built piles shall fall to bear their praise!\n\n\n69. EFFECT OF DEATH ON MAN.\n\n How vast the change by death in man's estate?\n How silent now the orator's proud tongue,\n On which so many thousands often hung?\n How fled the concord of sweet sounds, which late\n Drew to the songstress admiration great?\n How heedless now the monarch to the throng\n Of worshippers? Alas, to whom doth now belong\n The rich man's gold, which yielding to his fate\n He leaves behind?\u2015\u2015Whate'er on earth ye love\n Ye soon must lose; then seek with earnest heart\n The proffer'd blessings near Christ's throne above:\n Once gain'd, there's naught can them and you dispart\n While you shall live; nor shall one joy be gone\n While endless centuries of bliss roll on!\n\n\n70. CHRISTMAS.\n\n This is the day of all earth's days the best;\u2015\u2015\n This is the bright, and wondrous, glorious morn,\n On which the Son of God from heav'n was born,\n First offer'd to his mother's vision blest.\n Think not the harps of angel-hosts could rest,\n Louder than warring notes of trump and horn;\n The universe was glad at that day's dawn,\n For Mercy beam'd on sinners lost, unblest.\n Christ dwelt as man upon this globe he built,\n And, having taught the world Truth pure and bright,\n Died as a sacrifice for man's great guilt,\n But rose again to fill all heav'n with light!\n We hail the glad return of this glad day;\n Sing, O ye heav'ns; in joy sing on for aye!\n\n\n71. NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1859.\n\n Hail to the day I am allow'd to see,\n Though helpless on the bed of sickness laid,\u2015\u2015\n Another year's return! All undismay'd,\n I've daily thought, to me it might not be.\n It has not been to millions now set free,\n And this year millions more, to death betray'd,\n Will reach their doom. For them I've earnest pray'd,\n \"Lord, give them faith in thy salvation free!\"\n Three quarter-centuries of years my own\n Will end their flight this day in winter's cold:\n Praise to my God for joys and hopes not flown!\n Hasten, O Lord, the year by thee foretold,\n When thou wilt all the fallen nations raise,\n And earth shall be one temple to thy praise!\n\n\n72. DONATI'S COMET, 1858.\n\n Strange Comet, with thy long, curv'd tail so bright,\n Hast thou before e'er visited our sphere?\n From what dark depths of space dost thou draw near?\n What is thy aim thus blazing on our sight?\n Hast thou a charge with pestilence to smite?\n Full many an eye now looks on thee with fear;\n But unknown good may spring from thy career\n And nigh approach to the great fount of light.\n From guiding hand of God, enthron'd above,\n Thou art not free; thou comest at his will,\n Either to work the counsels of his love,\n Or judgment on the wicked to fulfil.\n Perchance on thee some, doom'd to woe, may dwell,\u2015\u2015\n Some demon-spirits, whose abode is hell!\n\n\n73. EXECUTION FOR MURDER, 1630.\n\n Alas, among the Pilgrims came there one\n Not of their church nor of their heart and mind,\n Who ne'er unruly passions knew to bind,\n Nor ever learn'd a heav'nly race to run.\n At last a brother's blood he shed, and won\n A retribution just; nor could he find\n A charity misguided, and so blind,\n As not to see fit doom for deed he'd done.\n Instructed from above, by reason led,\n The Pilgrim Company disclos'd their plan:\u2015\u2015\n Intent to give to life security\n Without revenge, with purpose stern they said\u2015\u2015\n As law had said e'er since the world began\u2015\u2015\n \"Whoso shall shed man's blood, by man shall die!\"\n\n\n74. ONENESS WITH GOD. John 17.\n\n Friends of the Son of God! How blest are ye,\n That when his fated hour he saw was near,\n This prayer he lifted to his Father dear,\u2015\u2015\n \"O let them all be one, as thou in me\n And I in thee, so give them unity.\"\u2015\u2015\n He meant a Oneness in the Truth, 'tis clear,\n For as God's Word he low descended here\n To teach the truth to all; to me and thee;\u2015\u2015\n Next, oneness of design and holy love,\n Oneness of soul, of spirit, and of mind;\u2015\u2015\n For thus his friends will dwell with him above,\n While never-ending ages shall unwind.\n Lord! on our souls each grace and virtue trace,\n So shall we see God's glory in thy face!\n\n\n75. ON MY BIRTH-DAY. Written Jan. 2, 1859.\n\n While fourscore years wanting but five have fled,\n The author of my frame hath it sustain'd.\n This morning's light my waiting vision gain'd\n With thankful joy. What multitudes are dead,\u2015\u2015\n The earth twice emptied,\u2015\u2015since on infant's bed\n My blood began to run in circuits train'd?\u2015\u2015\n Destroying angel who but God restrain'd?\n The past how doom'd hereafter will be read:\n I pray the Lord from heav'n, for me who died,\n Me to assist the future so to spend\n Becoming one to Him by faith allied;\u2015\u2015\n So when, as He shall order, life shall end,\n A new and glorious life will then begin\n With God in heav'n, eternal, without sin!\n\n\n76. GOD AND HIS SON.\n\n There is a God the universe doth show,\n By whom were form'd the countless stars on high,\n Which glitter in the wide, o'erarching sky;\n All angel forms above and men below.\n There is a God, who reigns supreme, we know;\n Yet is he not alone; his presence nigh,\n In glory streaming on th' uplifted eye,\n Sits one, to whom all holy angels bow.\n Lo, near God's heav'nly throne, at his right hand\n His only Son,\u2015\u2015God's image true and bright,\u2015\u2015\n With various gifts divine endow'd, doth stand\n To execute his Father's will with might.\n By him God made and rules all worlds above;\n By him unfolds to man his wondrous love.\n\n\n77. ON MARTYRS.\n\n There's no man great like him, who dares to die;\n Die for the truth, reveal'd from God's own throne.\n Weak is the soul of man, when left alone,\n Unaided by the Spirit from on high;\n But when the God of grace and pow'r is nigh,\n Weakness is strength and at the stake, alone,\n Taunted by madden'd foes, yet not a groan,\n When kindling flames wrap him in agony,\n Breaks from the lips of martyr, as he died.\n John Huss, and Jerome, and a noble host\n A vict'ry gain'd.\u2015\u2015Not in the hero's pride,\n But in such men,\u2015\u2015of God sustain'd,\u2015\u2015we boast.\n Ye Bigots! When the martyrs take their crown,\n Shall ye not meet with God's terrific frown?\n\n\n78. TO REV. DR. SPRING, NEW YORK.\n\n Old Soldier of the Son of God, the Lord!\n For half a cent'ry hast thou kept the field,\n And never didst thou to the foe yet yield;\n Thine arms divine, the Spirit and the Word;\n Truth, faith, and pray'r, these all in sweet accord.\n Nor have thy wondrous vict'ries been conceal'd;\n Some to thy Master's glory are reveal'd,\n E'en now th' achievements of his flaming sword.\n Be thou, my friend, yet faithful unto death;\n Then, when the blood-stain'd heroes too must die,\n And proudest despots yield their fleeting breath,\n And all shall meet before the throne on high,\n While justice drives the lost ones down to hell,\n Thine endless song will just begin to swell!\n\n\n79. PERSEVERANCE IN CHRIST'S SERVICE.\n\n My friends, be firm and faithful to the last,\n That ye in Christian peace and hope may die,\n Redeem'd by Him who died in agony.\n Then as ye hear the trumpet's awful blast,\n Ye will not with the wicked be downcast\n Into unfathom'd depths of misery,\n There in despair, beyond all hope to lie,\n While ages never counted shall be past;\n But ye shall see your great Redeemer blest,\n Array'd in form most gladd'ning to your sight,\n And he shall say, in majesty most bright,\n \"Come, my disciples, enter into rest!\"\n Then shall the Savior, whom ye serve and love,\n Transport you to his throne, near God's, above!\n\n\n80. GLORYING IN THE CROSS.\n\n Let it not be, that e'er my soul in aught\n Should glory touching on delight or pride,\n Save in the wondrous cross of HIM, who died\n A sacrifice of worth beyond all thought,\n With inf'nite blessings to the guilty fraught.\n Give me faith's vision\u2015\u2015let who will deride\u2015\u2015\n O blessed JESUS! of thy pierced side:\n I boast of thee and what thy love has wrought.\n Beauty, and wealth, fame, dignity, and might,\n A victor army dress'd in splendid show,\n A throne and rev'rent crowds around that bow,\u2015\u2015\n Say, what is all that dazzles human sight,\n Compar'd with glories, which in thee, God's Son,\n My eyes shall see while endless years roll on?\n\n\n81. MAN WITHOUT REVELATION.\n\n Poor man without God's heav'nly glorious light\n By ev'ry lie is cheated to his woe,\u2015\u2015\n As hist'ry of the world doth fully show,\u2015\u2015\n His reason shrouded in the thickest night.\n But when the Truth beams on his purged sight,\n Instant are fled all wild'ring shapes below,\n Whose terrors waken'd all his spirit's throe:\n Thus chang'd the scene where shines the Gospel bright.\n Alas, my brother, art thou then so wise,\n Thou know'st the Gospel false? And dost thou choose\n To put to hazard yon, blue, blessed skies,\n And all, that God can give, wilt madly lose?\n Keen voice from one, now lost among the dead,\n I hear,\u2015\u2015\"Ah! whither has thy Reason fled?\"\n\n\n82. GOD IS ONE.\n\n That God is One by all his works is shown,\n Which unity of kind design display.\n Behold the distant, glorious orb of day;\n Behold the moon, and stars so thickly strown;\n God's goodness by their harmony is known:\n One Mind, most wise and good, bears boundless sway.\n Yet man deprav'd refuses to obey,\n Nor gains without electing love the crown.\n Thanks be to God for his redeeming love,\n Announc'd by Him, who hung upon the tree,\u2015\u2015\n His Son, who left his glorious seat above\n Our guilt t' atone; but who from death set free\n Lives on his throne. Then let us all adore\n The Father and the Lamb forevermore!\n\n\n83. WHAT IS IT TO DIE?\n\n The when and how we know not, but to die\n Is but one fix'd and common, mortal lot;\n Yet death is wondrous to our human thought!\n We quit this earth and far away we fly\u2015\u2015\n But whither? Is it to the Sun on high,\n Our central light, that our freed soul is brought,\n If worthy of such place, without a blot;\n Or to more distant orb in yon blue sky,\n To some scarce-seen but faintly-twinkling star,\n Whose rays have travell'd journeys to our sight,\n Unmeasur'd by our leagues, they come so far?\n Yet sure at last to dwell in heav'n's own light,\u2015\u2015\n Our bodies rais'd from dust by Christ, our friend,\n In his own likeness,\u2015\u2015ages without end!\n\n\n84. CHURCHES OF PIEDMONT, 1851.\n\n Long since it was th' unrivall'd poet's prayer,\n That God, who governs all things here below,\n The ashes of his slaughter'd saints would sow\n O'er all the fields of Italy, so fair\n To sight, but desolate of truth and bare.\u2015\u2015\n But centuries with God may onward flow,\n Ere man his ripen'd purposes can know:\n We see the op'ning bud: the Alpine air\n Not now is fill'd with moans but praise of God;\n And peaceful churches meet in open day,\n Where once the vallies were all red with blood.\n With hopeful faith we will not cease to pray,\n That from its Alpine fount truth's mighty stream\n May flow, o'er all th' Italian fields to gleam!\n\n\n85. THE LORD'S SUPPER.\n\n \"This do,\" said CHRIST, \"in memory of me.\"\n Yes: I will drink the wine and eat the bread,\n The heav'nly gift, which vivifies the dead;\n Mindful of thine unequall'd charity.\n No thrall, who drops his chain, and walks forth free,\n From dungeon to his home and fireside led,\n E'er felt through all his frame such rapture spread,\n As I do feel, O CHRIST, redeem'd by thee!\n And thou wilt yet still greater bliss bestow,\n When from the prison\u2015\u2015barriers of the grave\n My captive dust in heav'nly form shall rise.\n Then shall I taste the joys, which angels know,\n In regions calm, where tempests never rave,\n Nor clouds e'er float across the crystal skies.\n\n\n86. THE INDIAN PREACHER.\n\n Mohegan OCCOM!\u2015\u2015not a chieftain's son,\u2015\u2015\n Yet chieftain's soul hadst thou, for thou didst say,\n Thy God should have thy toil from day to day,\n Till heav'nly life and glory thou hadst won.\n So in thy youth thou didst begin to run\n The race of Christian goodness, and to pray\n In humble faith and love to God alway,\n Utt'ring, \"thy kingdom come, thy will be done.\"\u2015\u2015\n To preach the gospel to thy Brethren dear\n And guide their wand'ring steps to heav'n above\n Was e'er thy soul's delight\u2015\u2015though work of fear\u2015\u2015\n For close to their's thy heart was knit in love.\n O blessed sight, if thou at last shalt see\n The ransom'd ones the Lord hath giv'n to thee!\n\n\n87. SERMON IN MY NATIVE PLACE. 1851.\n\n Of swift-wing'd years how rapid is the flight?\n For half a hundred, on this day, save three\n Have fled since God in his great love to me\n Allow'd me to put on the armor bright,\n By him supplied to fit me for the fight,\n The ceaseless contest for true liberty;\u2015\u2015\n For truth alone can set the sinner free,\n And bring the blind from darkness into light.\n Alas, how chang'd the scene? For then were here\n Full many a form of loveliness now fled,\u2015\u2015\n Father and Mother, Brothers, Sisters dear,\n And many friends,\u2015\u2015all sleeping with the dead.\n What were I now, did not God's truth divine\n With bright-hued hopes upon my vision shine?\n\n\n88. NATIONAL CONVULSIONS, 1849.\n\n The tempest rages through the earth around,\n Tossing the ocean into mountain waves:\n Thrones shake and totter, as the storm-wind raves,\n And mightiest empires tremble at the sound:\n Man has no structure on the solid ground,\n Which bides the tumult, or its fury braves:\n The sev'n-hill'd City, which the Tiber laves,\n Though call'd eternal, shakes and is astound:\n E'en its proud chief and priest, in sad affright,\n Flees for his safety to a distant shore,\n Lest falling temples on his head alight:\n What is there stable 'mid this wild uproar?\u2015\u2015\n The CHURCH heeds not the angry billows' shock;\u2015\u2015\n THY CHURCH, O LORD, is founded on a rock!\n\n\n89. PSALM VIII.\n\n In all the earth, O Lord, thy name how great,\n How glorious in the heavens doth it shine!\n Sun, moon, and stars, which thou hast made, are thine,\n And o'er all worlds, in majesty elate,\n Thou reignest king. Then what is man's estate,\n How low,\u2015\u2015in which through pride he doth repine?\n Yet thou didst give him rank almost divine,\n When him with pow'r to rule thou didst create\u2015\u2015\n (Only a step beneath the angels high\u2015\u2015)\n O'er oxen, sheep, and beasts wild roving wide,\n O'er all the fowl that in the air do fly,\n And fish, that in the ocean-depths do glide.\n O, God! who dost all praise and glory claim,\n In all the earth how excellent thy name!\n\n\n90. TO MY NATIVE TOWN.\n\n PITTSFIELD, my native town, how chang'd art thou,\n Since first, in childhood's years, thy streets I trod,\n And in thy single temple worshipp'd God,\n My father then thine only teacher!\u2015\u2015Now\n On ev'ry side the rival temples grow,\n As though upspringing from prolific sod,\n With tow'r, or spire high-tap'ring to a rod;\n And num'rous teachers now heav'n's pathway show:\n But Truth is one, unchang'd, always the same,\u2015\u2015\n Its sempiternal source with God on high,\n Whence God's own Son in wondrous mercy came,\n Pure light to pour on man's dark, wild'ring eye.\n May all thy pastors guide their flocks aright,\n And lead them to the heav'nly pastures bright.\n\n\n91. TO SARAH ANNA HOPKINS.\n\n SARAH, my much-lov'd grandchild, thou dost bear\n An ancient name of honor; on this day,\n Which marks just sixteen years, quick fled away\n Since first thou didst draw in the vital air;\n No greeting need I give thee, but my prayer,\n Utter'd with all the fervency I may,\n That of her \"faith in God\" the pow'rful sway,\n Like ancient Sarah, thou wilt keep with care.\n So shall thy future years, of unknown count,\n Be years of honor, usefulness, and joy,\n For thou wilt drink at Christian joy's pure fount,\n And hopes, like these, will thy best thoughts employ\u2015\u2015\n 'A glad exchange to me will sure be given,\u2015\u2015\n For death new life, for earth a glorious heaven!'\n\n\n92. TO MRS. DOUGLASS, IN JAIL.\n\n Lady, who late didst teach the blinded slave,\n And hidden truth didst open to his sight,\n God's minister of his own heav'nly light,\u2015\u2015\n I honor thee, most noble, good, and brave.\n Let despots of the \"Old Dominion\" rave,\n And for this, in their chivalry and might,\n A woman shut in prison! This poor spite\n From dark forgetfulness thy name shall save.\n So Galileo was in dungeon deep\n By bigots thrust, because he dar'd to say,\n Our system's centre is the orb of day,\n And earth revolves by laws that never sleep.\n Though him they silenc'd, still the earth turns round:\n Though thee they bind, God's light shall not be bound!\n\n\n93. \"READY FOR EITHER.\"\n\n Fit emblem of Christ's servant,\u2015\u2015him whose love\n Has borne him to his distant heathen field,\n Which, if not by him reach'd, can nothing yield\n But crimes, that shut men out from heav'n above:\n There, heedless of fatigue, his footsteps move\n In ceaseless toil; nor from his view conceal'd\n Lies hid the peril, when God's truth reveal'd\n The worshipper is sham'd in idol's grove.\n Brave man! toil on; thou shalt not toil in vain:\n Thy master's promise trust; the good seed sow;\n A glorious harvest thou wilt help to gain.\n And should the madmen's dagger lay thee low,\n Yet from thy outpour'd blood may spring the truth,\n Life's nutriment to Old men and to Youth!\n\n\n94. TO MISS HANNAH LYMAN, MONTREAL.\n\n I owe thee many thanks, my distant friend,\n That on the broad Canadian river's shore\n Thy home being gain'd with joyfulness once more\n Thou didst remember me, and to me send\n These clust'ring Grapes, which now on me attend\n To soothe a sick man's taste. From God's rich store\n They came,\u2015\u2015from where the northern tempests roar,\u2015\u2015\n His bounty wide, his mercy without end!\n They speak to faith of greater sweetness far\n Denoted by the wine that Jesus gave,\n The Son of God, who came from heav'n to save,\u2015\u2015\n The Blood of Him, the framer of each star,\n Which purchases our life, salvation free,\n High glory, honor, immortality!\n\n\n95. VISIT TO PONTOOSUC OR PITTSFIELD.\n\n PITTSFIELD, so nam'd from British statesman bold,\n Who dar'd command the struggles of the free,\n What time men forg'd the chains for liberty;\n How dear art thou to my pain'd vision old?\n And many a scene now past dost thou unfold,\n And many a wither'd joy, as well might be,\n For years have fall'n, as leaves from autumn tree,\n Since first thy light I saw and bliss untold.\n Swift as the shadow of a flying cloud\n All earthly good departs; but as a rock,\n Which heeds not ocean's waves nor tempest loud,\n My faith in Jesus, Savior, bides the shock:\u2015\u2015\n The same I held, when first in early youth\n I here proclaim'd the heav'n-descended truth.\n\n\n96. COMPANY OF OLD MEN.\n\n \"Hail, OLD MEN! Quite a goodly Company!\"\u2015\u2015\n True, we are old; this day assembled here\n In this new mansion to partake this cheer,\n Of ancient friend to wake the memory.\u2015\u2015\n Though old, yet have we undimm'd eyes to see\n And ears that fail not yet the truths to hear,\n Once taught by our deceased pastor dear,\n Which some in life's fair morn cannot descry,\n Sin's thick, delusive veil spread o'er their sight.\n We see time's speed, and death to be no cheat;\n To us the Sun of Righteousness shines bright,\n And bright yon heav'ns, up where we hope to meet.\n We see the worth of Truth, of Faith, of Love,\u2015\u2015\n Our certain guides to ENDLESS LIFE above.\n\n\n97. JOY IN A DYING HOUR.\n\n To change for good alone my mingled state\n In this brief life, and what I have to hold\n By God's firm word while endless years unfold,\u2015\u2015\n This wakens joy; and this will be my fate,\n When soon shall come my final, worldly date.\u2015\u2015\n Now hear I this\u2015\u2015\"O, chosen one, behold\n Wonders of love divine, by Christ unroll'd;\u2015\u2015\n Come, share our bliss unmeasurably great!\"\u2015\u2015\n Not one is toss'd by tempest, all at rest;\u2015\u2015\n Not one is conscience-smitten of the throng;\u2015\u2015\n Not one a suff'rer, all I see are blest;\u2015\u2015\n All know God's truth, all lift th' eternal song.\u2015\u2015\n Thus hearing calls from ev'ry heav'nly voice\u2015\u2015\n These scenes in vision\u2015\u2015DYING I REJOICE!\n\n\n98. NIAGARA FALLS.\n\n Great are the works of God, which meet our sight.\n Proud, sinful man! thyself above all fear\n Of him who made the earth, come, stand but here,\n And here be taught his majesty and might.\n This stream from western lakes how broad and bright?\n But now its waves in froth and rage appear,\n And as they plunge down deep, their voice we hear,\n Like thunders bursting from the clouds of night.\n This river from his hand doth God outpour:\n Then say, O sinner! hast thou naught to dread\n From Majesty Divine, whom thou each hour\n Dost treat with scorn, though soon to join the dead?\n Pause in thy guilty path:\u2015\u2015consider well\u2015\u2015\n God's wrathful flood may plunge thee down to hell!\n\n\n99. JUSTIFICATION BY FAITH.\n\n How can a sinning man with God be just?\n This grand inquiry all men need to make,\n For all are guilty; and they well may quake\n For flagrant evil deeds or secret lust,\n For which God's law smites down their prideful trust.\n Ye sleepers on the brink of woe! awake\n And to the Gospel listen:\u2015\u2015that can break\n The fetters binding all the lost unjust.\n Justice and love in wonderful display,\n Mercy and truth in union sweet combine,\n And shine forth glorious in the scheme divine.\n The word reveal'd unfolds to us the way,\n By which we, sinners, can be just with God;\u2015\u2015\n It is by FAITH in Christ's atoning blood.\n\n\n100. TRIUMPH OF THE GOSPEL.\n\n O, blessed day, when through the world below\n JESUS shall reign the prince of love and peace,\n For then shall men their angry contests cease,\n And never more appear in hostile show;\u2015\u2015\n The sword transform'd into th' unbloody plow\n And spear to pruning hook for thriving trees.\n The kid lies down with leopard at his ease,\n And grizzly bear feeds harmless with the cow.\n The wolf and lamb together peaceful dwell,\n The calf with the young lion too are led\n By hand of little child. Ah, who can tell\n How chang'd the scene, when, fiery passions fled,\n No stain is seen on human hand of blood,\n But all men live in holy Brotherhood?\n\n\n\n\nREMARKS ON THE NATURE AND HISTORY OF THE SONNET.\n\n\nIn the judgment of some of the greatest poets and literary men the\n_Sonnet_ is a form of poetry of very high value; in its structure a\nprecious gem. It is of Italian origin and was invented by _Petrarch_ in\nthe 14th century. In his retreat at Vaucluse near Avignon he wrote the\ngreater part of his sonnets, all devoted to the idolatry of woman\u2015\u2015to\nthe praise of Laura: 227 of them were written while she was living; and\nhe continued to extol her in 90 sonnets after her death.\n\nThe laws of the sonnet are these. It has one leading subject and should\nend with some striking thought, or must bring to a beautiful conclusion\nor point the images and musings of the first lines and greater part\nof the poem. It has always 14 lines, falling into two unequal lobes,\none of two quatrains, the other of two triplets; or in other words it\nis composed of four stanzas, the two first of four lines each and the\ntwo last of three lines each. Then as to the rhymes,\u2015\u2015the first eight\nlines have only two rhymes, and they always in the same place,\u2015\u2015the\nfirst, fourth, fifth and eighth lines rhyming; so also the other four.\nThe last six lines admit of a little change, and may have either two or\nthree rhymes; usually the four first lines have alternate rhymes, and\nthe two last are a couplet; but even in this case the triplet form is\nto be preserved.\n\nThe distinction of the stanzas is made, not by a separation from each\nother by wider spaces, but while printed compactly by the lines 1,\n5, 9, and 12, projecting to the left; as in Milton's sonnets and in\nthe Venice edition of Petrarch in 1764. Various poets however have\nunwisely disregarded this rule: and have variously placed their rhymes\nand their lines at their pleasure. Campbell has translated a few of\nPetrarch's sonnets, reducing the 14 lines to 12, composed of three\nsimilar quatrains, the first and last lines of which rhyme together.\nBut this is destroying the Sonnet.\n\nOur admiration of Petrarch should perhaps be a little moderated; for he\nis full of affected turns and paradoxes and smart antitheses. Speaking\nof love he says, \"O viva morte, O dilettoso male,\"\u2015\u2015O living death, O\nmost beloved evil! Speaking also of its effect he says in four lines of\nrhyme, which may be thus translated\u2015\u2015without rhyme\u2015\u2015\n\n \"I find no peace, and am not the subject of war;\n I fear, and hope, and also burn, and freeze;\n I fly above the heavens, and walk on the earth;\n I grasp nothing, and hold the universe in my arms.\"\n\nAddressing a river, in which Laura washed her face, he says,\n\n \"Thou hast no rock beneath thy waves, which does not burn with the\n same fires, that are kindled in me.\" He also said, \"O earth, thou art\n not worthy to be trodden by her feet. She deserves to adorn heaven!\"\n\nHis curious stanza repeating the word _dolce_, sweet, 9 or 10 times may\nbe thus translated:\n\n \"Sweet sorrow, and sweet joy, and then sweet pain,\n Sweet torture, zephyr, fire, and next sweet wounds;\n Sweet word, which in my ear most sweetly sounds,\n Sweet anger, and sweet rage, and sweet disdain.\"\n\nThe sonnet in the use of Petrarch did not attain its highest dignity,\nfor it was wholly appropriated to the praise of Laura, his love for\nwhom whether real or fictitious has not yet been settled by the\nliterary world. He died in 1374, aged 70.\u2015\u2015The eminent English poet\nSpenser followed him after an interval of more than 200 years dying\nin 1598: he published 87 sonnets. Then Shakespeare, who died in 1616,\npublished 154 sonnets; all of which by these two poets are devoted to\nlove, but with a change of the Italian rhyme and form.\n\nThe following shows the sonnet's structure by _Spenser_.\n\n \"Men call you fair, and you do credit it,\n For that your self ye daily such do see,\n But the true fair, that is, the gentle wit\n And virtuous mind is much more prais'd of me;\n For all the rest, however fair it be,\n Shall turn to naught, and lose that glorious hue;\n But only that is permanent and free\n From frail corruption, that doth flesh ensew:\n That is true beauty; that doth argue you\n To be divine, and born of heav'nly seed,\n Deriv'd from that fair Spirit from whom all true\n And perfect beauty did at first proceed:\n He only fair, and what he fair hath made;\n All other fair, like flow'rs, untimely fade.\"\n\nIt will be observed, that the last couplet is always a rhyme, which is\nnot the fixed rule of Petrarch; and then he has changed the places of\nthe rhymes and confused them by abolishing the stanzas.\n\nThe following is a sonnet of _Shakespeare_.\n\n \"O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem\n By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!\n The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem\n For that sweet odor which doth in it live.\n The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye,\n As the perfumed tincture of the roses;\n Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly,\n When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:\n But for their virtue only is their show;\n They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;\n Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;\n Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odors made:\n And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth;\n When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.\"\n\nHere also is an injurious change in the sonnet of Petrarch: the last\ncouplet is always a rhyme, and it is separated in print from the 12\nlines, which are very simple, composing three stanzas of distinct,\nalternate rhymes, much easier to compose than Spenser's or the Italian.\n\n_Milton_ wrote 5 sonnets in Italian, which were translated by Cowper.\nIn them he followed Petrarch in his subject. It was in his 18 English\nsonnets, that he has given to this form of poetry its true elevation\nand dignity. Instead of applying it, like his predecessors, to love\nmeditations, expressive of fictitious or real affection, he made it the\ninstrument of conveying most important moral, patriotic, and religious\nsentiments.\n\nThe following is a sonnet of Milton, who died in 1675. It was addressed\nto\n\nA VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY.\n\n \"Lady, that in the prime of earliest youth\n Wisely hast shunn'd the broad way and the green,\n And with those few art eminently seen,\n That labor up the hill of heav'nly truth,\n The better part with Mary and with Ruth\n Chosen thou hast; and they, that overween,\n And at thy growing virtues fret their spleen,\n No anger find in thee, but pity and ruth.\n Thy care is fix'd, and zealously attends\n To fill thy od'rous lamp with deeds of light,\n And hope that reaps not shame. Therefore be sure\n Thou, when the bridegroom with his feastful friends\n Passes to bliss at the mid hour of night,\n Hast gain'd thy entrance, Virgin wise and pure.\"\n\nIt will be seen, that he combined with his rhymes much of the freedom\nand force of blank verse. He never allows the absence of good strong\nsense nor the presence of unmeaning or useless words in order to make\nout the rhyme.\n\nBy printing his sonnets compactly without separating the stanzas from\neach other Milton carried on his sentences, as he found desirable, from\nstanza to stanza, frequently without any close at the end of a stanza,\nsometimes just beginning near the end. In this case the separation of\nthe stanzas by spaces would evidently be absurd. Read the last five\nlines of his sonnet to Cromwell:\u2015\u2015\n\n \"Peace hath her victories\n No less renown'd than war: new foes arise\n Threat'ning to bind our souls with sec'lar chains.\u2015\u2015\n Help us to save free conscience from the paw\n Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.\"\n\nHere, in the method of separating the stanzas by wider spaces in\nprinting, the phrase \"new foes arise\" would have been separated from\nthe line which follows, with which it is so intimately connected,\u2015\u2015the\nhead line of the last triplet.\n\nThe author may here be allowed to say, that in his judgment in the\nwhole compass of English poetry there are no sonnets equal to a few of\nMilton's, numbered 8, 9, 14, 15, 18, 19, 22 and 23. If any one would\nknow, whether Milton's meditations brought out sentiments worthy of\nutterance, and whether he knew how to utter them with the melody of\nrhyme and at the same time with the unshackled freedom and energy of\nblank verse, I leave with him for his refreshment the following lines\nfrom his sonnet on his own Blindness:\u2015\u2015\n\n \"Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?\"\n I fondly ask: But Patience, to prevent\n That murmur, soon replies, \"God doth not need\n Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best\n Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state\n Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,\n And post o'er land and ocean without rest:\n They also serve, who only stand and wait.\"\n\nMore recently _Wordsworth_, who died in 1850, aged 80, has followed\nMilton in his application of this form of poetry to higher subjects\nthan that to which it was applied by Petrarch. A very great fault\nhowever is his abolishing Milton's method of designating the stanzas\nand thus showing the places of the rhymes, the pleasures of which are\ngone if their places are not easily found. He wrote 282 sonnets: he\nwrote too many; and they are often diffuse and languid. The following\nis one of his sonnets: it is on the Pastoral Character.\n\n \"A genial hearth, a hospitable board,\n And a refined rusticity belong\n To the neat mansion, where, his Flock among,\n The learned Pastor dwells, their watchful Lord.\n Though meek and patient as a sheathed sword,\n Though pride's least lurking thought appear a wrong\n To human kind; though peace be on his tongue,\n Gentleness in his heart; can earth afford\n Such genuine state, pre-eminence so free,\n As when, array'd in Christ's authority,\n He from the pulpit lifts his awful hand;\n Conjures, implores, and labors all he can\n For re-subjecting to divine command\n The stubborn spirit of rebellious man?\"\n\nThe readers of poetry ought to feel much indebted to Mr. Wordsworth for\nhis remarks in regard to the language of poetry, and in regard to the\nvalue of enkindled emotions. In his judgment, there ought not to be\na distinct poetic diction, separate from the language of good prose;\nthe poet should aim at good sense and intelligible diction, using the\nlanguage of men, abandoning \"a large portion of phrases and figures of\nspeech, which from father to son have long been regarded as the common\ninheritance of poets,\" and even abstaining from many good expressions,\nwhich bad poets have so foolishly and perpetually repeated, as to\nrender them disgusting. As illustrating his meaning, he quotes from a\nsonnet of _Gray_;\u2015\u2015\n\n \"In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,\n And reddening Ph\u0153bus lifts his golden fire:\n The birds in vain their amorous descants join,\n Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:\n These ears, alas! for other notes repine.\"\n\nHere this false diction destroys the value of every line.\n\nThe other remark of Mr. Wordsworth is this;\u2015\u2015\"all good poetry is the\nspontaneous overflow of good feelings.\" Perhaps it might be also said,\nthat in addition to sensibility and impassioned expression there should\nbe chosen, for the highest poetry, subjects of moral dignity and\nreligious interest, having a close bearing on human welfare not only\nfor a moment but for perpetuity.\n\n\n\n\nNOTES.\n\n\n_Sonnet 1._ The name of WASHINGTON is in the heart of all Americans.\nFifty years ago, that is in 1809, in the first edition of the American\nBiographical Dictionary, I devoted nearly 20 pages to a memoir of\nWashington. It may be a convenience to the reader of this little book\nto have here collected the dates as to the leading events of his\nlife.\u2015\u2015He was born at Bridges Creek, Westmoreland county, Virginia,\nFeb. 22, 1732; and died suddenly, after an illness of one day by an\ninflammation of the windpipe, Dec. 14, 1799, nearly 68 years old. He\nwas in early life a major and colonel of the Virginia troops employed\nagainst the French on the Ohio in 1754 and 1755; and was subsequently\ncommander in chief. About 1758 he married Mrs. Custis, a wealthy widow,\nwhom he greatly loved. As a planter he had 9,000 acres of land under\nhis management, and nearly 1,000 slaves in his employment, living\nat Mount Vernon, which was the estate of his deceased older brother\nLawrence: his father's name was Augustine: his great grandfather came\nfrom the north of England about 1657.\u2015\u2015He was appointed by congress\ncommander in chief at the commencement of the war in 1775; and at the\nclose resigned his commission Dec. 1783.\n\nIn 1789 he was chosen the first president of the United States for 4\nyears and then re-chosen, continuing in office till 1797, when he was\nsucceeded by John Adams. By his last will he directed, that on the\ndeath of Mrs. Washington (who died May 22, 1802,) his slaves should\nbe emancipated. As the ladies of Virginia, with the aid of ladies of\nother States, have purchased Mount Vernon in reverence to the name of\nWashington, will they not honor him if they manage it without obtruding\nupon it any slave labor?\u2015\u2015Gen. Washington was a constant attendant on\npublic worship in an episcopal church, which he principally supported.\nIt is believed, that he every day had his hour of retirement for\nprivate devotion.\n\n\n_Sonnet 2._ In looking from my eastern window a few evenings since\n(Dec. 12th,) I was struck with the magnificent appearance of the\nheavens,\u2015\u2015the moon just rising in full effulgence, preceded a few\ndegrees by the splendid planet Jupiter, while still higher and more at\nthe south was the unequalled constellation Orion, with an uncounted\nmultitude of stars planted thick in the sky. Jupiter is 1400 times\nlarger than the earth, being 90,000 miles in diameter: he revolves on\nhis axis in ten hours, so that a body on his surface flies around at\nthe rate of 27,000 miles per hour, or 27 times faster than a body on\nthe earth. It has four satellites. Can it be imagined, that this huge\nplanet is not furnished with rational inhabitants, like this diminutive\nearth? And what reason can be assigned why all the planets and all\nthe stars should not be inhabited by rational beings? Who can fix the\nlimits to God's creation? As light flies 192,000 miles every second,\nwho can say, that the light from the most distant star has yet reached\nthe earth since the star was created? With what reverence and awe, with\nwhat love and trust and spirit of obedience should Almighty God, the\nCreator of the universe, be regarded?\n\n\n_Sonnet 3._ Wm. H. Prescott, the distinguished historian, died at\nBoston of the paralysis after a few hours' illness Jan. 28, 1859, aged\n62 years. Knowing that he was about to die, it was his remarkable\nrequest, that in his coffin he might lie for a time with his face\nuncovered in his library, surrounded by his cherished Books. From his\nlibrary he was carried to his grave Jan. 31st. The next evening the\nHistorical Society of Massachusetts held a meeting in honor of his\nmemory. Mr. Winthrop, the president, Mr. Ticknor who introduced some\nresolutions, and others made speeches on the occasion, which were\npublished. As a humble associate member of the society I would not\nneglect to mention the following apposite and interesting fact, that\n_Petrarch_, the inventor of the Italian _sonetto_, was found dead in\nhis library with his head _resting on a book_. He died of apoplexy July\n18, 1374, aged 74.\u2015\u2015Milton's memorable words in relation to books ought\nnever to be forgotten:\u2015\u2015\"Many a man lives a burden to the earth; but _a\ngood book_ is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, imbalmed and\ntreasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.\"\u2015\u2015But the book of books\nis God's Book, which infinitely transcends all others in value, except\nas they borrow truth from its pages, for it reveals to man his pathway\nto a blessed immortality. Never should the words of Mr. Chillingworth\nbe forgotten: \"The BIBLE, I say, the BIBLE only is the Religion of\nProtestants.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 4._ In the city of Paris, ten years ago, I was one of a large\ncompany of hundreds of the Friends of Peace from different nations. We\npresented to the Emperor,\u2015\u2015then only a President,\u2015\u2015an Address against\nWar. In the present year by his inroad into Italy and conflict with\nAustria he has fixed upon his soul the unmeasurable guilt of several\ntens of thousands of murders.\n\n\n_Sonnet 5._ After the existence of one God there is no truth so\nastonishing and holding such a power over the human heart, as the death\nof the Son of God on the cross for the sins of men. For who was the Son\nof God? He was indeed in the form of a man, born of the virgin Mary;\nbut he came down from heaven to tabernacle in human flesh. Let us raise\nour eyes from the earth to the worlds above us, of enormous magnitude\ncompared with this little globe of ours. Suppose now the glorious sun\nis inhabited by a race of intelligent beings as much exalted above\nman, as the sun is greater and more resplendent than the earth. If the\nhighest of the sun's inhabitants had come to this low world and dwelt\nin human flesh\u2015\u2015it might have been a most amazing event in our eyes;\nyet he would not have been the Son of God. Suppose among the countless\nworlds of light there is one world vastly transcending all others and\nthe dwellers on it transcending in their faculties and endowments\nall other world-dwellers; and the first among them had come to dwell\nin man's form; yet he would not have been the Son of God. We read of\nangels and archangels in heaven\u2015\u2015in the place of God's more especial\nabode. Suppose the brightest archangel had descended to this ball of\nearth and animated a human form, and appeared as a man; yet he would\nnot have been the Son of God. For the Son of God is he, by whom God\ncreated the sun and moon and stars of light, with all the intelligent\ndwellers upon them and the dwellers in the heavenly mansions. It was\nthis Son of God inconceivably exalted and glorious, who came down\nfrom heaven and appeared as the Son of Mary. And not only so; but he\nactually was subject to the evils, which man suffers; he could feel\npain, and anguish, and the agonies of the cross,\u2015\u2015and did encounter\nthem,\u2015\u2015if the plain language of scripture is no delusion,\u2015\u2015in order to\natone for our sins and to achieve the work of our redemption. Now, did\nwe believe this: did this most sublime and wonderful truth plant itself\nin our inmost persuasion,\u2015\u2015unalloyed and unweakened or not destroyed in\nits influence by any of our speculative theories;\u2015\u2015were we deeply and\nthoroughly convinced of this great fact;\u2015\u2015then who of us could fail to\nexclaim,\u2015\u2015\"God forbid, that I should glory, save in the cross of our\nLord Jesus Christ, by whom the world is crucified unto me and I unto\nthe world?\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 10._ John Tyndale, born in 1484, and educated at Oxford.\nDetermined to translate the Bible for England, as he could not do it\nsafely in London he fled to the continent. At Cologne he published\nthe English New Testament about 1525. England was filled with light.\nThe popish priests sent over a traitor, by whose means Tyndale was\nseized and martyred near Antwerp Friday, Oct. 6, 1536, being strangled\nat the stake and burnt. His translation of the New Testament was the\nfoundation of our present one.\n\n\n_Sonnet 13._ The four following ex-presidents were all living, when\nthis sonnet was written in March, 1826.\u2015\u2015_John Adams_ died July 4,\n1826, aged 90; president from 1797 to 1801.\u2015\u2015_Thomas Jefferson_ died\non the same day with Mr. Adams, July 4, 1826, aged 83; president from\n1801 to 1809. As a member of congress he drew up the declaration of\nIndependence in 1776.\u2015\u2015_James Madison_ died in 1836, aged 85; president\nfrom 1809 to 1817.\u2015\u2015_James Monroe_ died July 4, 1831, aged 83;\npresident from 1817 to 1825.\n\n\n_Sonnet 16._ In a sonnet Mr. _Wordsworth_ does not lament the\nprotestant hurricane, which scattered wide\n\n \"The trumpery, that ascends in bare display,\n Bulls, pardons, relics, cowls, black, white, and grey,\n Upwhirl'd\u2015\u2015and flying o'er th' ethereal plain\n Fast bound for Limbo lake.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 17._ Christ's own clear, ample, minute, most decisive\ninstruction concerning the Day of Judgment is in Matt. 25th, and ends\nwith the words, \"And these shall go away into everlasting punishment:\nbut the righteous into life eternal.\" He also said of the unbeliever,\nin John 3d, \"he shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on\nhim:\" he also said, Matt. 18, \"It is better for thee to enter into life\nwith one eye, rather than having two eyes to be cast into hell fire.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 20._ Shakespeare in a sonnet says,\u2015\u2015\n\n \"When to the sessions of sweet, silent thought\n I summon up remembrance of things past,\n I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,\n And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:\n Then can I drown an eye, unus'd to flow,\n For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 22._ Ten years ago, in 1849, I had the satisfaction of visiting\nthe valley of Chamouni in Switzerland at the foot of Mont Blanc, the\nhighest point in Europe, 15,600 or 15,673 feet or nearly 3 miles in\nheight above the sea. Here once lived Jacques Balmat, who, having\ndiscovered a way to the top of the mountain, in his gratitude to Dr.\nPaccard, the physician of the village, apprized him of his discovery,\nand undertook to conduct him to the summit. After two days' toil the\nexploit was accomplished Aug. 8, 1786. The next ascent was by De\nSaussure, the elder, of Geneva, accompanied by his servant, by Balmat,\nand 17 other guides, Aug. 3, 1787. In 1808 Balmat conducted to the top\n15 of the people of Chamouni, one of whom was a woman, Maria Parodis.\nAscents were made by men of different countries in 1802, 1812, and\n1818. Two Americans accomplished this ascent in 1819, Dr. Wm. Howard\nof Baltimore and Dr. Van Rensselaer, with 9 guides. They reached the\ntop Monday, July 12th. Remaining more than an hour on the summit, they\nreached Chamouni in safety after an absence of 53 hours only.\u2015\u2015Capt.\nUnderhill of England made the ascent in the same year. The lives of\nthree guides were lost in the attempt of Dr. Hamel in 1820. Since then\nthere were 27 ascents, to the year 1851, when Albert Smith and other\nEnglishmen went up with 16 guides Aug. 13th.\n\n\n_Sonnet 23._ The Christian theologian has this ground of controversy,\nthat the Bible is a revelation from God, which book therefore\ncontains no error, but is filled with eternal, infallible truth. No\ncontradiction in doctrine can possibly exist in holy scripture; and\nnothing can reconcile the reason, bestowed upon us, with what is\nabsurd or impossible. If controversialists may gather some expressions,\nwhich seem to conflict with each other, some patience and diligence\nof inquiry may be requisite in order to bring them into harmony; a\nknowledge of the ancient languages, in which the scriptures were\nwritten, may prove useful, as may also an acquaintance with eastern\ncustoms and manners, and an attention to the circumstances and design\nof the utterance which is under consideration.\n\n\n_Sonnet 24._ In a sonnet _Wordsworth_ speaks of the new churches in\nEngland, in which the Truth of God might be taught:\u2015\u2015\n\n \"The wished-for Temples rise!\n I hear their Sabbath bell's harmonious chime\n Float on the breeze\u2015\u2015the heavenliest of all sounds\n That hill or vale prolongs or multiplies.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 26._ In the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776, the\nThirteen United States said unanimously\u2015\u2015\"We hold these truths to be\nself-evident:\u2015\u2015that all men are created equal; that they are endowed\nby their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are\nlife, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.\"\n\nIn his last will Washington ordered the emancipation of his slaves; so\nalso did John Randolph. Patrick Henry declared, that the principle of\nslavery is \"as repugnant to humanity, as it is inconsistent with the\nBible, and destructive to liberty.\" Mr. Jefferson said in his Notes\non Virginia, in reference to the holding of slaves, \"I tremble for my\ncountry, when I remember, that God is just!\" If the leading minds of\nthe South should adopt the sentiments of these illustrious Virginians,\nit will next be their proper business to devise and execute the best\nmethod for giving to their slaves the blessings of freedom.\n\n\n_Sonnet 27._ Dr. Cotton Mather of Boston, published in Boston 141 years\nago a new Version of the Psalms from the Hebrew into English blank\nverse,\u2015\u2015so called from the absence of rhyme,\u2015\u2015the measure of the lines\nbeing adapted to the music in vogue. Melancthon said of the Psalms,\n\"It is the most elegant work extant in the world.\" Jewell wrote to\nPeter Martyr in 1560, that 6,000 people sung the Psalms together at St.\nPaul's Cross in London. The following is his version of the 23d Psalm:\n\n \"1. My shepherd is the Eternal God;\n I shall not be in (any) want:\n 2. In pastures of a tender grass\n He (ever) makes me to lie down:\n To waters of tranquillities\n He gently carries me (along.)\n 3. My _feeble and my wandering_ soul\n He (kindly) does fetch back again;\n In the plain paths of righteousness\n He does lead (and guide) me along.\n Because of the regard He has\n (Ever) unto his glorious name.\n 4. Yea when I shall walk in the vale\n Of the dark (dismal) shade of Death,\n I'll of no evil be afraid,\n Because thou (ever) art with me.\n Thy rod and thy staff, these are what\n Yield (constant) comfort unto me.\n 5. A table thou dost furnish out\n Richly (for me) before my face.\n 'Tis in view of mine enemies;\n (And then) my head thou dost anoint\n With fatt'ning and perfuming oil;\n My cup it (ever) overflows.\n 6. Most certainly the thing that is\n Good, with (most kind) benignity,\n This all the days, that I do live,\n Shall (still and ever) follow me;\n Yea I shall dwell and Sabbatize\n Even to (unknown) length of days,\n _Lodg'd_ in the house which does belong\n To him who's the Eternal God.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 29._ As Christians we are under inexpressible obligations to\nGod for his book of revealed truth, proved to be divine by the voice\nof prophecy, by the wonders of miracles, by the sublimity of its\ndoctrines, and by the approval of conscience. Every man, who can read,\nis bound to examine this book for himself; for otherwise his faith will\nrest on a human not a divine teacher.\u2015\u2015According to Mr. Chillingworth,\nwhat God requires of us is \"to believe the Scripture to be God's word,\nto endeavor to find the true sense of it, and to live according to it.\"\nHe also says\u2015\u2015\"I see plainly and with mine own eyes, that there are\npopes against popes, Councils against Councils, some Fathers against\nothers, the same Fathers against themselves, a Consent of Fathers of\none age against a Consent of Fathers of another age, the Church of\none age against the Church of another age. Traditive interpretations\nof Scripture are pretended, but there are few or none to be found.\nNo tradition, but only of Scripture, can derive itself from the\nfountain.\"\u2015\u2015\"Propose me any thing out of this book, and require\nwhether I believe it or no; and seem it never so incomprehensible to\nhuman reason, I will subscribe it with hand and heart: As knowing no\ndemonstration can be stronger than this; God hath said so, therefore it\nis true.\" But then we ought to be well assured, that God hath said what\nwe attribute to him; that we understand the import of the divine word;\nand that no prepossession, or prejudice, or passion, or mental bondage\nleads us into an inexcusable misapprehension.\n\n\n_Sonnet 30._ My wife, MARIA MALLEVILLE, who died very suddenly at\nBrunswick in Maine June 3, 1828, aged 40 years, was the only daughter\nand child of Dr. John Wheelock, the president of Dartmouth College.\nShe was of Huguenot descent by her mother, Maria Suhm, the daughter of\nChristian Suhm, the Danish commandant and governor of the island of\nSt. Thomas: he died in 1759, aged 40, being a native of Copenhagen.\nMrs. Suhm's descent was from Thomas Bourdeau of the south or west of\nFrance, a protestant martyr after the revocation of the edict of Nantes\nin 1685, as follows. He sent his only daughter Maria at the age of\nten years for safety to the island of St. Thomas. In the same vessel\nwas a protestant emigrant from the same place, Mr. La Salle, whom she\nat the age of 15 married. Their daughter Maria La Salle married John\nMalleville of St. Thomas: their daughter, Maria Malleville, married in\n1751 governor Suhm, who after his death was succeeded by her brother,\nGov. Thomas Malleville. Her second marriage was to Lucas Von Beverhoudt\nof Beverwyck in Parsippany, New Jersey, where she was accustomed to\nreceive Washington at her house. Their daughter, Adriana, married T.\nBoudinot, the descendant of another Huguenot family from France.\u2015\u2015She\ndied in 1798. Her daughter, Maria Suhm, married, as has been mentioned,\npresident Wheelock.\u2015\u2015My wife, whom I married Jan. 28, 1813, was the\nmother of 8 children.\n\n\n_Sonnet 32._ About 50 years ago, when the neighborhood of Sackett's\nHarbor was a wilderness, a little child of one of the new settlers aged\n4 years was lost in the woods. The father's house was 6 miles from the\nHarbor. All possible aid in the search was of course called together\nunder the regulation and with the success described in this sonnet.\n\n\n_Sonnet 35._ As Spenser says of the Lamb;\u2015\u2015\n\n \"His sceptre is the rod of righteousness,\n With which he bruiseth all his foes to dust,\n And the great Dragon strongly doth repress\n Under the rigor of his judgment just;\n His seat is Truth, to which the faithful trust,\n From whence proceed her beams so pure and bright,\n That all about him sheddeth glorious light.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 36._ Dr. John Codman died at Dorchester, where he was long\nthe pastor of a church, Dec. 23, 1847, aged 65. Graduating at Harvard\ncollege in 1802, he pursued his theological studies in Edinburgh from\n1805 to 1808, in which year he was ordained. His subsequent life was\ndevoted to the faithful preaching of the gospel. Among his last words\nhe said,\u2015\u2015\"I am willing to be in God's hands.\" His Memoirs and Sermons\nwere published in 1853.\n\n\n_Sonnet 37._ The grave-yard of Northampton, laid out in 1661, is one\nof peculiar beauty and rich in the deposit of the dead disciples of\nChrist; among whom were my own ancestors of several generations. Four\nof the earlier and eminent ministers sleep here; Eleazer Mather,\nwho died in 1669, aged 32; Solomon Stoddard, died 1729, aged 85;\nJohn Hooker, died 1777, aged 48; Solomon Williams, died 1834, aged\n82. Another tenant of this grave-yard is Rev. David Brainerd, the\nmissionary, who died Oct. 9, 1747, aged 29.\u2015\u2015In this year, 1859, some\nunknown person has erected a handsome marble monument to Rev. E.\nMather, who died 190 years ago.\n\n\n_Sonnet 39._ Spenser in his Hymn on heavenly beauty says;\u2015\u2015\n\n \"For far above these heav'ns, which here we see,\n Be others far exceeding these in light,\n Not bounded, not corrupt, as these same be,\n But infiniteness in largeness and in height,\n Unmoving, uncorrupt, and spotless bright,\n That need no sun t' illuminate their spheres,\n But their own native light far passing theirs.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 40._ The record of the first minister of a flourishing American\ntown and a brave patriot of the revolution is a matter of interest.\nThomas Allen was born in Northampton and was a descendant of Samuel,\none of the first settlers, whose father\u2015\u2015dying at Windsor in 1648\u2015\u2015is\nsupposed to have come over from the west of England with the Dorchester\npeople in the ship Mary and John in 1630.\u2015\u2015His grandfather, named also\nSamuel, was an unswerving friend of Jonathan Edwards and a deacon\nin his church. Mr. Allen graduated at Harvard college in 1762 in a\ndistinguished class, among whose members were Gov. Gerry, Judge F.\nDana, and Drs. Eliot and Belknap. He was ordained at Pittsfield in\nBerkshire county, Mass., April 18, 1764, and here passed the remainder\nof his life; he died after a ministry of 45 years Feb. 11, 1810, aged\n67 years: I was ordained his successor Oct. 10, 1810.\u2015\u2015He was not\nonly a faithful and eloquent minister; but a patriot, and a chaplain\nin the army, and on one occasion he played the part of a soldier. He\nmarched Aug. 15, 1777 with a company of his own people in a three days'\ncampaign to Bennington to check the advance of Burgoyne:\u2015\u2015the next\nday he shared in the assault and the victory;\u2015\u2015and the third day he\nreturned home to preach the gospel to his rejoicing people Aug. 18th.\nHis trophies often delighted my eyes in subsequent years,\u2015\u2015two large,\nsquare, white flint-glass bottles, which he captured with a Hessian\nsurgeon's horse, and gave the wine to the wounded.\n\nHis wife was Elizabeth, the daughter of Rev. Jonathan Lee, the first\nminister of Salisbury, Conn.; she was descended from Gov. Bradford of\nPlymouth; she died in 1830, aged 82. Of their 12 children the writer\nof this is the only survivor.\u2015\u2015On the death of his eldest daughter,\nMrs. White in London, he went to England in 1799 in order to bring his\nlittle grand-child to his house: in London he became acquainted with\nthe eminent ministers Newton, Haweis, Rowland Hill, and Bogue, and\nfrom them caught a pious zeal for the promotion of foreign missions.\nHe published sermons on the death of his daughter, E. White, 1798; of\nMoses Allen, 1801; of his son Thomas, 1806; Massachusetts election\nsermon, 1808.\n\n\n_Sonnet 41._ The sublime passage of scripture, which is here versified,\nmay admonish us, that we are travelling rapidly to the end of time in\nrespect to its being our period of probation for eternity. It is the\nsolemn voice of the Gospel,\u2015\u2015\"Behold, now is the accepted time! Behold,\nnow is the day of salvation!\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 42._ Paul teaches us, that \"the wrath of God is revealed\nfrom heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men,\" and\nthat \"the invisible things of Him from the creation of the world are\nclearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his\neternal power and Godhead.\" All men therefore, whose \"foolish heart is\ndarkened,\" are \"without excuse.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 43._ In the words of Spenser,\u2015\u2015\n\n \"Ah! wretched World! the den of wickedness,\n Deform'd with filth and foul iniquity;\n Ah! wretched World! the house of heaviness,\n Fill'd with the wrecks of mortal misery;\n Ah! wretched World! and all that is therein,\n The vassals of God's wrath and slaves of sin.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 44._ My eldest daughter, Maria Malleville Allen, died Jan. 30,\n1833, aged 17. Through God's great goodness this is the only instance\nof death, which has occurred among my children; and through his grace\nand infinite mercy she died in the hope of immortal life in heaven\nthrough the mediation of her Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. What\ngreater blessing can I supplicate for all my descendants, than that God\nwill give them at the hour of their death her Christian faith and hope?\n\n\n_Sonnet 47._ On a church-yard Mr. Wordsworth has the following lines:\u2015\u2015\n\n \"Encincture small,\n But infinite its grasp of joy and woe!\n Hopes, fears, in never-ending ebb and flow\u2015\u2015\n The spousal trembling\u2015\u2015and the \"dust to dust\"\u2015\u2015\n The prayers\u2015\u2015the contrite struggle\u2015\u2015and the trust,\n That to the Almighty Father looks through all!\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 49._ Even Beattie addresses Nature as follows;\u2015\u2015\n\n \"O Nature, how in every charm supreme!\n Whose votaries feast on raptures ever new!\n O for the voice and fire of seraphim\n To sing thy glories with devotion due!\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 50._ As it is a year since this sonnet was written, my present\nvery ill state of health teaches me and may teach others, that a\nrecovery from illness, though most gratefully to be acknowledged, may\nbe a transient blessing. While I was sick, others have fallen around\nme. Living or dying, it is my prayer, that I may acquiesce in God's\nwill, and that I may participate with all penitent believers in the\nsalvation purchased by the blood of his Son.\n\n\n_Sonnet 51._ One all-important method of God's communicating good to\nman is described by Milton;\n\n \"God hath now sent his living oracle\n Into the world to teach his final will,\n And sends his Spirit of Truth henceforth to dwell\n In pious hearts an inward oracle\n To all truth requisite for men to know.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 52._ Our class, which graduated at Harvard college in 1802, was\nlarger than any previous class,\u2015\u2015consisting of 60 members, an unusual\nnumber of whom became men of distinction, and one quarter part of whom\nafter 57 years are still living. To my esteemed surviving Brothers\nI bid farewell, wishing them faith in the Son of God, who is \"the\nresurrection and the life.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 53._ From a Sonnet by Montgomery, on Nature praising God:\n\n \"The fountain purling, and the river strong,\n The rocks, the trees, the mountains raise one song;\n \"Glory to God!\" re-echoes in mine ear:\u2015\u2015\n Faithless were I, in willful error blind,\n Did I not Him in all his creatures find,\n His voice through heav'n, and earth, and ocean hear.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 56._ The Compact, entered into by the Pilgrims, was signed on\nboard the Mayflower Nov. 11, 1620; on which day they anchored in Cape\nCod harbor. More than a month afterwards they landed at Plymouth. They\nhad in view \"the glory of God and the advancement of the christian\nfaith.\" Forty-one men signed the paper, forming themselves into \"a\ncivil body-politic,\" in order to enact, constitute, and frame \"just and\nequal laws, ordinances, acts, constitutions, and offices.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 57._ When Jesus said, John 10, \"I and my Father are one,\"\nthe Jews accused him of blasphemy, for making himself \"God.\" He\nreplied, \"If he called them gods, unto whom the word of God came, and\nthe scripture cannot be broken; say ye of him whom the Father hath\nsanctified and sent into the world, Thou blasphemest, because I said, I\nam the Son of God?\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 58._ In the providence of God I am the oldest living member in\nMassachusetts of the American Board for Foreign Missions, which was\nestablished by a vote of its General Association in 1810, the year of\nmy settlement in the ministry. Multitudes of missionaries have died;\nand the missionaries living, scattered over the world, are 170 with 230\nassistants: native laborers are 500, of whom 222 are preachers: in all\n900. The churches 153, and members 23,500; free schools 313.\n\n\n_Sonnet 59._ Milton, in a sonnet, speaks of submission to God in his\nblindness, when of three years' continuance:\u2015\u2015\n\n \"Yet I argue not\n Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot\n Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer\n Right onward.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 62._ Mr. Robinson, born in England in 1585 and educated at\nCambridge, becoming a protestant minister, was driven by persecution\nwith his people into Holland. His church at Leyden consisted of 300\ncommunicants. He zealously promoted the emigration under elder Brewster\nto Plymouth in 1620, intending to follow; but he died in 1625. It was\nhis memorable remark\u2015\u2015\"I am very confident the Lord has more truth yet\nto break forth out of his holy word.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 64._ When Jesus said, \"I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life,\"\nhe announced to us the infinite value of truth as the path-way to\nimmortal life. Truth is immutable and eternal; it is most pure and\npurifying, the source of joy and the foundation of hope; and the denial\nof truth is more or less perilous and implies more or less of guilt.\nAll falsehood is injurious. As the Bible reveals to us divine truth,\nhow can we doubt, whether we are bound to study it with our own eyes?\nFor otherwise we must accept for the teachings of the holy word the\nfaith of some one of the authors of a hundred different creeds; and we\nmay perchance have for our great teacher and master some bewildered\nlunatic, or some hungry impostor, or some proud and boastful promoter\nof the purposes of the father of lies.\n\nThe catholic may use the term _mystery_ as a cover for absurdity and\ncontempt of reason, or in support of a contradiction, and as an excuse\nfor idolatry; but surely God's Bible contains nothing but truth, and\nthat revealed in a manner adapted to the human understanding. But\nwhat says archbishop Fenelon in defending transubstantiation or the\nimagined change of the bread in the sacrament into the body of Christ?\nHe says of the doctrine\u2015\u2015\"in believing its mysteries one immolates\nhis ideas [or sacrifices his common sense] out of respect to eternal\ntruth.\" Thus his blunder, his misunderstanding of Christ's words, \"this\nis my body,\" he represents as \"eternal truth.\" So Bourdaloue says\u2015\u2015\"I\nmake to God a sacrifice of the most noble part of myself, which is my\nreason:\" and he professes to believe a mystery \"although it seems to be\ndirectly repugnant to my reason;\"\u2015\u2015or one \"which shocks reason itself\nand contradicts all its lights,\" referring to the received doctrine\nconcerning God's nature. Massillon thinks it is \"necessary to believe\ncertain apparent contradictions:\" he says, \"it is faith and not reason,\nwhich makes us Christians.\" All this in my view is a pernicious error:\nfor _reason_ is the intellectual power, which discerns truth. God\nhimself is perfect reason, pure intellect, infinite understanding.\nTo him the universe is all light. But our reason is restricted: man\nmay grow in knowledge forever; yet he never will know an absurdity or\ncontradiction to be true. To us one great source of truth is God's\ntestimony or revelation. _Faith_ is the belief of God's testimony. As\nto the word _mystery_, the common meaning of it in scripture, is not\nsomething unintelligible, but a _doctrine, once hidden or secret, which\nis now revealed and intelligible_. Thus in teaching the resurrection\nPaul says, \"Behold, I _shew_ you a mystery; we shall not all sleep,\"\n&c. 1 Cor. 15:51. See also Rom. 16:25.\n\nIt is clear beyond a question, that there cannot be two contradictory\ntruths; for truth is one; it is but an expression of the reality of\nthings. But some metaphysicians have lent their aid to the catholic\ntheologians by asserting that, there are contradictory truths in\nphilosophy; but the instances adduced are all fallacious, as Achilles\nwalking 20 times as fast as the turtle, but never able to overtake him.\n\nA lately deceased philosopher of Scotland, Sir W. Hamilton, seems\nto concur in the catholic notion of the contradiction of faith and\nreason. He lays down a certain new, strange, unproved, incredible\nprinciple, called \"the law of the conditioned,\" that \"the conceivable\nalways lies between two contradictory extremes;\" and then concludes\nas \"the one true and only orthodox inference\" that we must believe\nin the infinity of God, which by us cannot be comprehended or\nconceived. \"Faith,\u2015\u2015Belief,\u2015\u2015is the organ, by which we apprehend\nwhat is beyond our knowledge.\" But how can this be correct? When we\nexercise _faith_ in God's testimony,\u2015\u2015when we exercise _belief_ in\nhis word,\u2015\u2015when we receive the very truth, which he presents to our\nunderstanding or reason and brings to our knowledge,\u2015\u2015do we not _know_\nit? Do we thus apprehend any thing \"beyond our knowledge?\" When Christ\nprayed\u2015\u2015\"sanctify them through thy truth; thy word is truth;\"\u2015\u2015did he\nnot refer to truth _known_? What God reveals must be revealed to our\nbelief, to our reason. Although we pretend not to comprehend perfectly\nthe attributes and ways of the infinite God; yet what he has disclosed\nwe may know; and we may know the meaning of right and wrong, of truth\nand falsehood, of faith and unbelief, of reason and contradiction or\nabsurdity. It cannot then be a right inference\u2015\u2015if the author had such\na meaning\u2015\u2015that any doctrine concerning the nature of God may be true,\nalthough not _conceivable_, because God is _infinite_.\n\nGod's scheme of mercy towards sinful man is accomplished by the\nwide-spread power and triumphs of Truth. But what are the Truths,\nthat bear intimately on human welfare? Surely it is not a matter of\nindifference what is received for truth; men are not safe, because\nthey think they are so. No bigoted despotism; no boasted liberalism;\nno banded relationships of interest or honor; no infidel companionship\nor self-applauses can convert error into truth or render it harmless.\nWhatever monstrous or astounding notions, whatever wild, fanatical,\nprofligate, misleading doctrine may be sent forth, no glozing words can\nrender it otherwise, than that error and falsehood are God's abhorrence\nand a delusion of the devil.\n\nAs I have in other notes dwelt upon the character and offices of the\nSon of God, the Mediator and Redeemer, I desire now to advert to the\nall-important divine teaching concerning God's Spirit, grace, and power\nin renewing and sanctifying the depraved and lost soul of man. \"God\nhath mercy on whom he will have mercy.\" Rom. 9th. Christ taught, John\n3d, the necessity of being \"born of the Spirit\" in order to salvation.\nJohn the Baptist predicted of Christ, that he should baptize men \"with\nthe Holy Spirit;\" and thus his coming was signalized by \"the Spirit\nlike a dove descending upon him,\" and God's voice from heaven said,\n\"Thou art my beloved Son.\" All the powers therefore, prophetical,\nmiraculous, renovating, and sanctifying, implied in the full endowment\nof the Holy Spirit, were possessed by Christ.\n\nThe primitive meaning of the word Spirit is air or breath. Some of its\nmeanings in scripture are wind; the living soul in man and animals;\nthe mind, or man's intelligent part and also its various faculties and\npowers; an intelligent spirit, simple, superior to man's, not allied\nto matter; it is applied to angels good and evil; and also to God,\nas we read, \"God is a spirit.\" It means also the divine power, given\nto Christ, by which he wrought miracles and fulfilled God's purposes\non the earth, as Matt. 12:28, \"if I cast out devils by the spirit of\nGod,\" compared with Luke 11:20, \"if I with the finger of God cast out\ndevils.\" In the same sense is \"holy spirit,\" with which Jesus was\nfilled used, Luke 4:1.\u2015\u2015\"The holy spirit\" and \"spirit\" alone relating\nto the same matter are found in Mark 12:36, and Matt. 22:43: \"doth\nDavid _in spirit_ call him Lord;\" that is, David was under divine\n_inspiration_ is the one meaning of the two expressions.\n\nIn our inquiry concerning the import of the phrase, \"the holy spirit,\"\nin scripture it may be of some consequence to bear in mind, that there\nis one peculiarity in our English Bible, which distinguishes it from\nother modern European translations; that while the Greek testament\nhas but one word for Spirit, which is translated by one word,\u2015\u2015in\nGerman by Geist, in Dutch by Geest, in French by Esprit,\u2015\u2015the same is\nrendered by our translators into English by two words at their option,\nnamely, _Spirit_ and _Ghost_. And in what cases did they choose the\nlatter word? It would seem that they translated by Holy Ghost and not\nby holy spirit whenever they supposed the phrase had reference to\nan intelligent, divine Being and not to a gift, endowment, or power\nreceived from God. Thus it is, that the phrase has got an established\nmeaning; which shows indeed the judgment of our old translators 250\nyears ago, but proves nothing as to the true meaning. It might then\nbe well, if the old word Ghost were laid aside. Indeed they have not\nchosen to say, Gala. 4:6, \"the Ghost of his Son,\" nor in v. 27, \"born\nafter the Ghost,\" but have used the word \"Spirit.\" If one should take\nup his New Testament and read in English in Matthew's first chapter\nconcerning Mary,\u2015\u2015\"she was found with child of the _Holy Ghost_,\" and\nthen again, \"that which is conceived of her is of the _Holy Ghost_,\"\nhe would be likely to attach a meaning to the scripture, which he\nreads, different from the truth. For as the Testament was written in\nGreek, we may learn from that language, the translation should not\nhave been \"the Holy Ghost,\" and not even \"_the_ Holy Spirit,\" but \"_a_\nholy spirit,\" for here the word for spirit has no article before it in\nthe Greek, as would be requisite if \"_the_ Spirit\" were meant; and the\nmeaning is, as learned critics have showed, simply, \"a divine energy\nor power.\" Just so in Mark 1:8 and Luke 1:35, the same Greek phrase\nhas no article; and the apostles do not allude to a great personage\nor supposed well known, mighty Being, called \"_the_ Holy Ghost,\" but\nrefer only to God's miraculous power in respect to the birth of Christ.\nThe verse in Luke 1, proves this\u2015\u2015\"a holy spirit shall come upon thee\nand the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee,\"\u2015\u2015both phrases\nreferring to the same energy of almighty God.\n\nThe English translators, although they have employed the phrase, \"the\nHoly Ghost\" about 90 times in scripture, have not once in the Old\nTestament, although they have three times there used \"the holy spirit\"\nrelating to God's gift, or endowment, or power bestowed: Ps. 51:1.\nIsa. 63:10, 11. The same phrase, meaning God's gift to believers, is\nin the New Testament: Luke 11:13. Eph. 1:13-4:30. 1st Thess. 4:8. God\ngave \"his spirit without measure\" to Christ; John 3:34; and he also\ngave \"the spirit of his Son,\" \"the holy spirit,\" to believers: Gal.\n4:6. The \"gifts of the Holy Ghost,\" in Heb. 2:4, should have been,\n\"distributions of _a_ holy spirit or divine power;\" for the phrase has\nno article in the Greek, so that the verse might properly read, \"God\nbearing them witness both with signs, and wonders, and with divers\nmiracles, and distributions of a divine power.\" In like manner there\nis no article in Acts 11:16, and 24, and other passages, translated\n\"the Holy Ghost.\" The meaning is plain, v. 24, \"a good man, and full\nof a divine power and of faith,\"\u2015\u2015Yet for the purpose of emphasis the\narticle is often used.\n\nThe importance of the doctrine concerning the spirit or the holy spirit\nin the gospel scheme, importing God's holy influence on the soul, is\nevident by the injunction of Christ as to baptism in the faith of it:\n\"teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of\nthe Son, and of the Holy Ghost, &c.\"\n\nMatt. 28:19, does not indeed present a form of words to be used,\nnor does it relate to the authority, by which baptism is to be\nadministered, for the Greek preposition is not _en_, \"_in_ the name,\"\nbut _eis_, _into_; which is the same as \"to baptize _into_ Christ,\"\nRom. 6:3, i.e. into a profession of faith in Christ, as taught by\nbishop Pearce. That he had himself all authority was first asserted by\nChrist; then he enjoined baptism under a profession of belief in the\nthree great points of his teaching,\u2015\u2015as to the one God of Israel,\u2015\u2015as\nto himself, God's Son from heaven,\u2015\u2015and as to the Spirit, which \"God\ngave to him without measure,\"\u2015\u2015giving it also to his disciples,\u2015\u2015making\nhim indeed the great teacher and Savior of the world. He finally\ncommanded his apostles, not only thus to baptize, but also to teach\nall nations to observe whatever he had enjoined. A passage of similar\nimport is at the close of II Corinth., where Paul wishes his brethren\nmay experience the grace of Christ, and the love of God, and might\nhave a common participation of the holy spirit, of the miraculous and\nsanctifying divine power.\n\nIt is worthy of remark, that while Paul begins each of his Epistles,\nwritten to brethren of very different nations on the earth, with\nasserting, that his authority as an apostle was derived from God and\nfrom his Son, or with wishing his brethren grace, mercy and peace from\nGod the Father, and from his Son, by whom he created, and governs, and\nwill judge the world; yet he never in this manner connects \"the holy\nspirit\" with the name of God and of his Son our Lord Jesus Christ: no\nprayer is thus addressed to a holy spirit or to the holy spirit, or\nHoly Ghost, although we find the translation \"the Holy Ghost,\" nearly\n100 times. This is called a gift of God, and God is prayed to for it;\nand it is declared, that God anointed Jesus with the holy spirit, that\nis, with the wonderful powers expressed by the phrase. A multitude\nof passages speak of the Spirit as a divine power and a divine gift:\nthe following are some of the expressions used\u2015\u2015\"the Spirit of your\nFather;\"\u2015\u2015\"the Spirit of God;\"\u2015\u2015\"God hath sent forth the Spirit of his\nSon into your hearts;\"\u2015\u2015\"how much more shall your heavenly Father give\nthe Holy Spirit to them that ask him;\"\u2015\u2015\"he shall give you another\nComforter, that he may abide with you forever;\"\u2015\u2015\"renewing of the Holy\nGhost (or of a holy spirit or the divine power) which he shed on us\nabundantly;\"\u2015\u2015\"how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Ghost\nand with power;\"\u2015\u2015\"upon whom thou shalt see the Spirit descending\nand remaining on him, the same is he which baptizeth with the Holy\nGhost: John 1:33.\" Therefore one plain meaning of the holy spirit is\na miraculous and wonderful power, communicated by God from heaven\nto Jesus Christ when he appeared on the earth in the form of a man,\ndesignating him to be the promised Messiah.\n\n\nConcerning the Holy Spirit the creed of the ancient Council of Nice,\nA. D. 325, says nothing except \"we believe in the Holy Spirit.\" Of\nChrist it declares, that he was \"the Son of God, the only begotten\nof the Father, God of God,\u2015\u2015begotten, not made, &c.\" Soon after that\ncouncil a learned father, _Eunomius_, who was made bishop of Cyzicum\nA. D. 360, advanced the doctrine, that after God had created his Son\nbefore the universe was formed, giving him divine dignity and creative\npower, he next created the Holy Spirit, the first and greatest of all\nspirits, by his own power indeed but by the immediate agency also\nof his Son, giving him power to sanctify and teach. Afterwards he\ncreated all things in heaven and earth. More modern creeds, which adopt\nmuch the same faith with Eunomius, use the word \"proceed\" instead of\n\"create,\" as the New England Confession of Faith of 1680, which says,\n\"the Holy Ghost eternally proceeding from the Father and the Son.\" But\nMilton, in his learned Treatise on the Christian doctrine, has shewn\nthat \"proceedeth\" in John 15:26, relates to the mission,\u2015\u2015the sending\nfrom God to the earth, not to the nature, of the Spirit: yet his own\nfaith was, that \"the Holy Spirit, inasmuch as he is a minister of God,\nand therefore a creature, was created or produced of the substance of\nGod, not by a natural necessity, but by the free will of the agent,\nprobably before the foundations of the world were laid, but later than\nthe Son, and far inferior to him.\" Dr. Samuel Clarke of England has\ntaught the same doctrine.\u2015\u2015But the reader is requested to form his\nopinion on the chief subject of this note, not from any human creed or\nlearned man's teaching, but from his own study of the Bible with his\nown endowment of reason. The practical application of the doctrine of\nthe Holy Spirit has claims to our earnest attention.\n\nIn the judgment of Dr. Cotton Mather it is through the Spirit of God,\nthat Christians find such affections as the following working in their\nminds:\u2015\u2015a flaming love towards God and men; a lively faith in God and\nin the Savior, the Mediator; a longing desire and hope of spiritual\nblessings; a mighty hatred of sin; a bitter sorrow for sin and its\nmiseries; a noble courage; a total despair of help in creatures; a fear\nof the judgments of wickedness; a triumphant joy in God and in his\nChrist; a rapturous admiration of the Maker and Ruler of the world and\nof his glories. \"All true piety,\" he says, \"is begun by the enkindling\nof these affections in the soul:\" and the Spirit, enkindling them,\nshould be sought from God in the constancy of prayer.\n\n\n_Sonnet 68._ The monument to the pilgrim forefathers, whose corner\nwas laid Aug. 2d, is designed to consist of a pedestal 80 feet high,\nsupporting a colossal female figure of Faith; her feet rest on Plymouth\nrock, her left hand is to hold an open Bible, and her right points to\nheaven. On the pedestal are to be Morality, Education, Law, and Liberty.\n\n\n_Sonnet 72._ Since this sonnet has passed through the press, I have\nbeen glad to read a description of Donati's comet and to see a\ntelescopic view of it in the Family Christian Almanac for 1860. The\ncomet is named after Donati, the discoverer, who first saw it at\nFlorence, June 2, 1858. It was seen several months in great splendor\nin our country until about Oct. 20th, when it disappeared. When first\nobserved, it was 200 millions of miles distant from the sun. Its curved\ntrain extended 60 degrees or 51 millions of miles. When nearest the\nearth it was 52 millions of miles distant, moving at the rate of 123\nthousand miles an hour. Its greatest distance from the sun is supposed\nto be 143 thousand millions of miles; and astronomers have calculated\nits period of revolution at nearly 2,000 years, so that its last\nprevious visit to the earth was before the Christian era. Yet from the\nextreme point of its journey to the nearest fixed star who can measure\nthe distance? Who will not say, \"Great and marvellous are thy works,\nLord God Almighty?\"\n\nIt is worthy of remark, that in respect to the inhabitants of the\nvarious worlds, with which our skies are filled, the revealed word\nof God, communicated to man upon the earth, gives us no information.\nIf beyond a doubt the sun, the moon, the stars, and the comets are\ninhabited by intelligent beings; yet of what rank and in what condition\nwe know nothing. But as we are taught, that there is a world of \"fire,\"\nprepared \"for the devil and his angels,\" it may be that comets are the\ndestined abodes of the wicked and lost.\n\n\n_Sonnet 73._ It is a false and pernicious charity, of which some men\nboast, that for no crime would they touch the life of man. But God is\nsmiting every day the life of guilty man by a thousand diseases; and\nin his revealed word he has commanded, that the murderer shall be put\nto death in the administration of public law. In this way not only the\ndivine justice but the divine wisdom is manifested by this protecting\nshield of terror spread over man's life.\n\n\n_Sonnet 77._ The name of John Hooper will ever be held in the\nhighest honor in England. Born in 1495, and educated at Oxford, he\nwas appointed bishop of Gloucester; but was a martyr to the truth\nunder the popish reign of queen Mary in 1555 at the age of 60. With\nmost wonderful fortitude he endured the flames at the stake for\nthree-quarters of an hour.\n\n\n_Sonnet 78._ To an old man the recollection of a youthful brother\npreacher in the far-back period of fifty or more years, who still\npreaches the gospel, is replete with interest. It is attended with the\nmemory of men, who at that period were the fathers in the ministry,\u2015\u2015as\nRogers, Livingston, Mason, and Miller of New York; Dwight of New Haven;\nand S. Spring, Morse, Eckley, and Griffin of Massachusetts.\n\n\n_Sonnet 80._ The leading truth of the gospel, dear to my heart since I\nfirst began to preach it 56 years ago, is that Jesus Christ was the Son\nof God, by whom God made the worlds, and who came down from heaven and\nin human flesh was himself the sufferer on the cross for the sins of\nmen. I use language as men of reason should use it. I dare not, on the\nperil of my soul, explain it away by saying, that the Son of God from\nheaven united himself to another spirit or intelligent being, which\nlatter spirit or mind bore the suffering, ascribed to the Son from\nheaven. That Christ had two spirits is the teaching of human theory but\nnot of divine scripture.\n\nEvery man is conscious, that he is one,\u2015\u2015one existence, one intelligent\nbeing, one human being, or an intellect or mind now dwelling in a human\nbody; and he acknowledges every other man to be a similar being. He\nalso regards every angel, that comes to his knowledge by revelation,\nas one being. God, the Creator of the universe, we view necessarily as\none being. The idea of a duplicate intellectual being is beyond our\nthought; it is inconceivable, an absurdity, a contradiction. Jesus\nChrist then was either man or the one Son of God in the form of a man.\n\nThat there is \"one God and one Mediator between God and men, the man\nChrist Jesus\" is Paul's teaching. The reason of calling Christ _man_\nis, that \"God sent his son in the _likeness_ of sinful flesh,\" Rom.\n8:3. The Son's intelligent spirit was enough to be the tenant of one\nhuman body without a co-tenancy with a human spirit, and enough to\nsuffer for the sins of the world.\n\nWhen Paul speaks of Christ as being once \"in the form of God,\" he did\nnot mean, that he was God himself, in whose form or likeness he was,\nPhil. 2:6. Then in the next verses, by his being \"in the form of a\nservant,\" \"in the likeness of men,\" \"in fashion as a man,\" he could not\nmean, that Christ was a real, perfect man. But did he first live in\nheaven, and thence come to the earth to tabernacle in human flesh and\nto offer himself as an atoning sacrifice for the sins of the race of\nmen?\n\nIn the first chapter of John's gospel we are taught, that Christ or the\nSon of God, called the Word, existed in the beginning with God and that\nall things were made by him. At the very commencement of all created\nexistences in the universe, he existed with God, and by him all created\nthings in the universe were created. Here then was a high and glorious\ndignity in heaven, the Son of God, before he dwelt in human flesh.\n\nIn the third chapter of John we read, that Christ said to\nNicodemus,\u2015\u2015\"If I have told you earthly things, and ye believe not;\nhow shall ye believe, if I tell you of heavenly things? And no man\nhath ascended up to heaven, but he, that came down from heaven, even\nthe Son of Man, which is in heaven.\" The express contrast of the\nwords\u2015\u2015\"ascended up to heaven, came down from heaven,\" seems to fix\nthe meaning beyond any possible doubt.\u2015\u2015In the 6th chapter of John\nChrist said, as we read, \"I came down from heaven, not to do mine\nown will, but the will of him, that sent me.\"\u2015\u2015\"Moses gave you not\nthat bread from heaven, but my Father giveth you the true bread from\nheaven. For the bread of God is he, which cometh from heaven, and\ngiveth life unto the world.\" When the Jews murmured at his discourse,\nbecause he said, \"I am the bread, which came down from heaven,\" Jesus\nrepeated his plain teaching\u2015\u2015\"I am the living bread, which came down\nfrom heaven: if any man eat of this bread, he shall live forever:\nand the bread, that I will give is my flesh, which I will give for\nthe life of the world.\" That is, he who came down from God in heaven\nwould give his flesh, his human body to the agonies of crucifixion for\nthe salvation of men. Many of his disciples said, \"this is an hard\nsaying: who can hear it?\" What was the reply of Christ? It was this:\n\"does this offend you? What and if ye shall see the Son of Man ascend\nup where he was before?\" In the 16th chapter of John we read Christ's\nwords\u2015\u2015\"The Father himself loveth you, because ye have loved me, and\nhave believed, that I came out from God. I came forth from the Father\nand am come into the world: again, I leave the world, and go to the\nFather.\" Here again the contrast of expressions shows the meaning of\nthe phrase, \"I am come into the world.\" I will adduce only one other\npassage:\u2015\u2015In Ephesians 4th we read\u2015\u2015\"Now that he ascended, what is it\nbut that he also descended first into the lower parts of the earth?\"\n\"He that descended is the same also, that ascended up far above all\nheavens, that he might fill all things.\" I think it thus most clearly\nand amply established in scripture, that the Lamb of God came down to\nthe earth from the presence of God and laying aside his high dignity\ndwelt in a human body, as a man dwells in a body, and died in agony on\nthe cross. There may be various high inquiries, which may here spring\nup. But surely no theory can be true, which contradicts and overthrows\nthe divine teaching. No scheme of theology can be true, which denies,\nthat he, who came down from heaven, could die and did die as a lamb of\nsacrifice to God for the sins of the world,\u2015\u2015for this is a denial of\nthe great doctrine of the atonement, and thus withers up all the hopes\nof sinful men. Who can prove, that God could not have a Son derived\nfrom Him before time began, by whom he created the universe, and who in\nhis most amazing love to us abased himself to man's condition and died\nin our stead on this little globe of his own creation? If we find in\nthe Bible any plain, intelligible teaching of God, will it do to set\nup our reason against the teaching of Him, who is infinite reason and\ninfinite wisdom?\n\nIf any truth is plain in the Bible, is it not that Jesus Christ, the\nSon of God, in human flesh or in fashion as a man by his sufferings\non the cross _made_ atonement for the sins of the world? Paul says,\nRom. 5:11;\u2015\u2015\"We joy in God through our Lord Jesus Christ, by whom we\nhave received the atonement; and that God hath translated us into the\nkingdom of his dear Son, in whom we have redemption through his blood,\neven the forgiveness of sins: who is the image of the invisible God:\"\nColoss. 1:13.\u2015\u2015Peter says, that his brethren were \"redeemed with the\nprecious blood of Christ as of a lamb without blemish and without\nspot.\" Other expressions are these, Christ \"after he had offered one\nsacrifice for sins forever, [that is, for perpetuity,] sat down on\nthe right hand of God:\" Heb. 10:12, \"Whom God hath set forth to be a\npropitiation through faith in his blood:\" Rom. 3:25, \"Unto him, that\nloved us and washed us from our sins in his own blood:\" Rev. 1:5.\u2015\u2015That\nthe Son of God, who came down from heaven, was himself a sufferer and\nsacrifice on the cross for our sins is every where taught in scripture.\nWithout believing this how can we regard Christ as a Redeemer and\nSavior?\n\n\n_Sonnet 81._ In order that revealed truths may beam upon the mind\nof man and produce their proper effect it is necessary, that God's\nrevelation be understood and not misapprehended. If two men attach a\ndifferent and contradictory meaning to the same passage of scripture,\none of them is in error and fault; and if the error relates to the\ncharacter of God and to some very important doctrine, it may be\nperilous.\n\nFor instance, two of our theologians have taught a contradictory\ndoctrine, drawn as they thought from scripture, as follows; Jonathan\nEdwards maintained, that sin was \"not the fruit of any positive agency\nor influence of the Most High;\"\u2015\u2015\"it would be a reproach and blasphemy\nto suppose God to be the author of sin\" in the sense of the agent,\nactor, or doer of a wicked thing. But Dr. Emmons maintained, that God\n\"produced all the free, voluntary, moral exercises\" of man; that God\n\"creates evil when and where the good of the universe requires;\" that\n\"Satan placed certain motives before man's mind, which by a certain\ndivine energy took hold of his heart and led him into sin.\" This\nteaching seems blasphemous, and contradictory to all notions of free,\nvoluntary agency, as well as to the tenor of scripture. He relies for\nscripture proof on Exodus 4:21, where God says in respect to Pharaoh,\n\"I will harden his heart.\" But this, rightly understood, is only a\nprediction of a certain event, that Pharaoh would harden his own heart\nas it is declared he did in ch. 9:34. So in respect to other quoted\npassages, it might be shown, that they were misunderstood and perverted\nfrom their proper meaning. We all know by common sense, by reason, and\nconscience, that we are free agents; therefore justly accountable to a\nholy, sin-hating God. But if God made, created, produced all our wicked\nvolitions and acts; how can we regard him as just in punishing us for\nthe very acts, which he produced? And what can such passages as James\n1:13, mean, \"God cannot be tempted with evil, neither tempteth he any\nman?\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 82._ The following seem to be clear and prominent points of\ninstruction in the divine Word.\n\n1. There is ONE GOD, eternal, infinite, all-wise, perfect in goodness,\nthe creator of the universe. Hence all the gods and idols of the\nheathen are vanity and a lie.\u2015\u2015\"There is one God the Father of all, who\nis above all, and through all, and in you all.\" Ephes. 2:5.\u2015\u2015\"The Lord\nour God is one Lord.\"\u2015\u2015\"God is one.\"\u2015\u2015\"One God and one Mediator.\" Mark\n12:29. Galatians 3:20. I Tim. 2:5. Thus throughout the whole scripture\nthe unity of God is asserted or implied. The name of God occurs 500\nor 600 times in the Bible. \"God is one;\" one conscious, intelligent\nbeing and voluntary agent. No man in the exercise of his reason has any\ndoubts as to his own oneness, or as to the oneness of any brother man\nor of any angel, of whom he may think or speak. If I am conscious, that\nI am a single intellectual being, and necessarily regard every other\nman as such; then it cannot enter my thoughts, that the one God is a\ncompound being.\n\n2. God has a SON in heaven, by whom he made the worlds, and whom he\nsent from heaven to earth, to tabernacle for a while in human flesh,\nvoluntarily abased in his powers to the condition of a man, to be a\nMediator and Savior. In John, chapter 1, Jesus Christ is called \"the\nSon of God,\" \"the only-begotten of the Father,\" \"the Lamb of God,\" who\nwas \"in the beginning with God,\" and \"by whom all things were made.\"\n\n3. That the Son of God is a being distinct from God is most obvious\nfrom the whole New Testament. In Phil. I, Paul prays for grace and\npeace \"from God our Father and from the Lord Jesus Christ.\" He adds, \"I\nthank my God upon every remembrance of you.\" So throughout his epistle\nGod and Jesus Christ are most plainly distinct beings. He says, that\nChrist condescended to come in fashion \"as a man,\" on which account God\nhighly exalted him: here are two beings: and Christ will be extolled\nat last to \"the glory of God the Father.\"\u2015\u2015He \"worshipped God in the\nspirit and rejoiced in Christ Jesus.\"\u2015\u2015Here are again two beings. Near\nthe close of the epistle he says\u2015\u2015\"my God shall supply all your need\naccording to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.\" How strange to Paul\nmust have been the doctrine, that Christ was one of several beings\nmaking up one God?\n\nBut the same distinction is clearly and fully set forth by Paul in\nall his other epistles as well as in that to the Philippians. He\nbegins most of them with a prayer like that in the epistle to the\nRomans,\u2015\u2015\"Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord\nJesus Christ.\" Then he \"thanks God through Jesus Christ for them all;\"\nthe God, whom he serves \"in the gospel of his Son.\" Read also,\u2015\u2015\"the\nrighteousness of God by faith of Jesus Christ;\"\u2015\u2015\"we have peace with\nGod through our Lord Jesus Christ;\"\u2015\u2015\"we were reconciled to God by the\ndeath of his Son;\"\u2015\u2015\"the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus\nChrist our Lord;\"\u2015\u2015nothing can \"separate us from the love of God which\nis in Christ Jesus our Lord;\"\u2015\u2015Paul prays, that his brethren may\n\"glorify God even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ;\"\u2015\u2015and after more\nof similar language he ends this epistle,\u2015\u2015\"To God only wise be glory\nthrough Jesus Christ forever. Amen.\"\n\nIf it be asked, in what sense is Christ God's \"_Son_, whom he hath\nappointed heir of all things, by whom also he made the worlds?\" I\nanswer, the word doubtless means, that he was derived from God, that\nhe sprung from God, that he received his being from God before the\ncreation of the universe. He is called God's \"first-begotten\" and\n\"only-begotten.\" It is unnecessary and may be useless for us to enter\ninto any inquiries and discussions concerning hypostasis, person,\nnature, being, essence, substance, and other logical and metaphysical\nterms employed by theologians, which do not afford a particle of light;\nbut we must believe, that Christ was derived from God and possesses\nthe very attributes and endured the sufferings, ascribed to him in\nthe scriptures. If we ascribe to him a nature not ascribed to him in\nthe Bible, one incapable of suffering, and then deny the sufferings,\nwhich are ascribed to him; what do we but contradict the word of God\nand reject the doctrine of the Atonement by the sufferings of Christ,\nwhich is the foundation of the sinner's hope? If a learned doctor\nshould assert, that if Christ was the agent of God in the creation of\nthe universe, and is his agent in its government, then he could not be\nderived from God; the learned man puts forth only the words of folly.\nAs derived from God, why might not the Son be as much superior to the\nhighest angel, as man is superior in knowledge and powers to the beetle\nunder our foot? Why could he not derive from God and exercise under God\nthe powers of creation?\n\n\"He is the image of the invisible God, the first-born of every\ncreature; for by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and\nthat are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or\ndominions, or principalities or powers: all things were created by him\nand for him:\"\u2015\u2015\"it pleased the father, that in him should all fullness\ndwell.\" Col. 1:15, 16. So in Heb. 1:3, Christ is called \"the express\nimage of God's person;\" where the Greek word, translated person, means\nnature, essence, or being, and the assertion is, that Christ is \"a\nclear and strong image of the essence or nature of the divine majesty.\"\nIt may be, that for this reason the title of god is given to him; and\nwith very obvious propriety may we ascribe to him divinity or call him\na divine being, without contending for the impossibility that he is\nthe very being, whose image he is, or that his own is the very nature,\nperson, hypostasis, or substance, of which he stands the express\ncharacter.\n\nAccording to our English Bible the Son of God under the name of the\nWord seems to be called God by the apostle John, ch. 1, v. 1. But it\nwas not the purpose of John to represent the Word as the infinite,\nsupreme, almighty God. ORIGEN, who wrote in Greek, in the third\ncentury, and understood the language better than any modern critic,\nsays, that John's assertion is that, \"the _logos_, or word, was _a\ngod_,\" using the word god in its inferior, well-known sense, as is\nproved by his omission of the article. If he had inserted the article,\nhe would have said, that \"the logos was _the_ God, the supreme God,\nJehovah.\" The plain teaching is, there is one God. With him was the\n_logos_ in the beginning, an exalted, glorious being; a second,\ninferior God; a being derived from God; and in this sense a divine\nbeing.\u2015\u2015Besides Origen, Philo and several other fathers of the three\nfirst centuries speak of John's omission of the article here as a proof\nthat by the word god he did not mean the Supreme God. Consider also,\nthat if the logos existed \"_with_ God,\" then he was not the very God,\nwith whom he existed.\u2015\u2015On the other hand, it is a matter of no weight\nthat when the supreme God is meant, yet the article is often omitted;\nfor it is an established principle that it may be omitted when the\nname of God is sufficiently definite without it. In John 1:6,\u2015\u2015\"a man\nsent from God:\" here is an omission of it as unnecessary. So v. 12,\n13, 18. Origen again says,\u2015\u2015\"Angels are called gods because they are\ndivine; but we are not commanded to worship them in the place of God,\nand hence they are not really gods.\" He says, the article is withheld,\nwhen what is called god is a being different \"from the self-existent\nGod, having a communicated divinity, being a divine person.\" Such also\nwas the opinion of Clemens Alexandrinus and Eusebius; and they were\nmen more competent to decide a matter concerning the construction of\nthe Greek language than any modern critic.\u2015\u2015In several of the first\ncenturies it was the judgment of such Fathers as Justin, Athenagoras,\nTatian, Theophilus, Clemens, Origen, &c., that the word god as applied\nto Christ denoted a celestial nature, superior to all creatures, but\ninferior to the Supreme God. But the authority of Christ himself\nis more decisive,\u2015\u2015\"My Father is greater than I:\" and the whole of\nscripture shows, that the one perfect God and his Son are two distinct\nintelligent Beings. As the word in Greek, Acts 28:6, has no article\nour translators have very properly said \"a god.\" If any one will\nlook at 2 Thess. 2:4, he will see, that the word God occurs four\ntimes and undistinguished in the English Testament, but in the Greek\nthe word for God appears once\u2015\u2015\"in the temple of God\"\u2015\u2015_with_ the\narticle, showing that the true Supreme God is meant,\u2015\u2015and three times\n_without_ the article, showing, that the word is used in an inferior\nsense, that a false god was intended. Dr. Macknight's translation is\nas follows,\u2015\u2015\"above every one, who is called _a god_ or an object of\nworship. So that he, in the temple of GOD, as _a god_ sitteth, openly\nshewing himself, that he is _a god_.\" It is thus, that the Word in John\n1st is called a god, and not God the Supreme, the Almighty Jehovah.\n\nWhen _Tatian_, about A. D. 165 speaks of \"a god, who was born in the\nform of man\" and of \"the suffering God,\" he certainly did not mean,\nthat Christ was the Supreme God, incapable of suffering. It was the\ndoctrine of Apollinaris, two hundred years later, that Christ assumed\na human body with a sentient soul like that of the inferior animals,\nbut not assuming an intelligent or rational human spirit. He could\nsee no reason why Christ should have two intelligent natures and two\nfree wills. In his judgment the Son of God, who came down from heaven,\nwas the only rational tenant of his human body, and the only rational\nsufferer on the cross, making a real atonement for sin. For scriptural\nproof he rested on John 1:14, \"the Word was made flesh.\" His doctrine\nwas doubtless this,\u2015\u2015that the Son of God in his high spiritual nature,\nin which he came down from heaven in order to suffer, was the real\nsufferer on the cross: not that he was God incapable of suffering, and\nincapable of making any atonement.\n\nOn the distinction between Almighty God and his Son, derived from\nhim before the creation, the Creed of the Church of England is very\nexplicit:\u2015\u2015\"I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven\nand earth, and of all things visible and invisible: and in one Lord\nJesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, begotten of his Father\nbefore all worlds, &c.\"\u2015\u2015\"Who for us men and for our salvation came\ndown from heaven, &c.\"\n\nThe doctrine of the New England Synod at Boston in 1680 was the same:\n\"The Father is of none, neither begotten nor proceeding; the Son is\neternally begotten of the Father.\" If many of our American theologians\nat the present day reject the doctrine of the derivation of the Son\nfrom God, they are not responsible to the Synod's Confession or Creed,\nbut certainly they are to holy Scripture and to Reason.\n\n\n_Sonnet 84._ In a sonnet Milton speaks of the popish massacre in\nPiedmont:\n\n \"Their moans\n The vales redoubled to the hills, and they\n To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow\n O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway\n The triple tyrant; that from these may grow\n A hundred fold, who having learned the way\n Early may fly the Babylonian woe.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 86._ Occom was a distinguished Indian preacher, the first who\nvisited England. Born at Mohegan near Norwich, Conn., he was educated 4\nyears in Wheelock's Indian School at Lebanon, and was himself a school\nteacher of the Montauk Indians 10 or 12 years. In 1759, at the age\nof 36, he was ordained by a presbytery. He preached in Great Britain\nin 1766, 1767, and 1768, between 300 and 400 sermons, employed by\nMr. Wheelock. For the remaining 24 years of his life he continued to\npreach; and he died at New Stockbridge, near Utica, in July 1792, aged\n69. The author has prepared for the press a Memoir of Occom, drawn from\nthe papers of Dr. Wheelock which are in his hands and from Occom's own\nmanuscript journals.\n\n\n_Sonnet 93._ As an old medal had on it for a device a bullock\nstanding between a plough and an altar, with the inscription, _Ready\nfor Either_, the device was thought very appropriate to express the\ndisposition of the true Christian missionary, ready for toil and ready\nalso to be a sacrifice, if called to die in his master's service, \"not\nholding his life dear unto himself.\"\n\n\n_Sonnet 96._ Sickness prevented me from visiting my nephew and meeting\nwith his guests on an interesting occasion. The old house, the home\nof my childhood and my dwelling for seven years of my ministry,\u2015\u2015the\nhouse built by my father, the first minister of Pittsfield, in the\nwilderness,\u2015\u2015was superseded by an elegant mansion, built by his\ngrandson bearing his own name, Thomas Allen. The event was commemorated\nby a select and happy company of aged men.\n\n\n_Sonnet 98._ I first visited Niagara Falls 56 years ago. Having just\nbeen licensed by the ministers of Berkshire county to preach the\ngospel, I mounted my horse in Aug. 1804 and rode out more than 400\nmiles through the western wilderness of New York as far as Lake Erie\nand Niagara river, preaching in various places to little assemblies\nin log cabins. Buffalo, now a great city, was then a village of 19\nhouses. Three miles below there was the ferry at Black Rock; and\nthere I saw the famous Indian chief, Red Jacket, attending his little\ngrand-daughter as from a rock she threw her hook into the great stream.\nThence I rode down on the Canada side 15 miles to the wondrous Falls.\n\nBesides the lesson of solemn warning and terror another of a character\nacceptable and gladdening was offered to my thoughts, as I stood on the\nriver's bank at the Falls; for I beheld a rainbow of a full semi-circle\nor more, the ends almost under my feet, stretching over the awful\nchasm, deepest in color low down at each extremity, where the turmoil\nof mist was the thickest. This lesson I here put in rhyme, and with it,\nin accordance with the sentiment of the hundredth sonnet which a few\ndays ago passed through the press, I now close this little book.\n\nIf the reader will consider, that my threatening illness has now had\na continuance of many months and that to-day closes seventy-six years\nof my life, he will find reason to conclude, that my thoughts here\nexpressed, although in verse, are utterances in the sincerity of faith\nand the honesty of truth: and so I bid him farewell, wishing him \"a\nhappy New Year\" and a blessed Eternity!\n\nJan. 1, 1860.\n\n\nNEW YEAR'S DAY, 1860.\n\n I praise thee, God of love! for this Day's light,\n Which leads the train of days in this new year,\u2015\u2015\n For months not seeming destin'd to me here,\n But ah instead thereof a darksome night\n In the low grave, of all earth's joys the blight.\u2015\u2015\n I live! And in my thoughts old scenes appear.\n The mighty Falls, where gazing I stood near\n In happy youth, rise up in splendor bright,\n When, as I gaz'd, there met my wond'ring eye\n Amid the wat'ry strife the beauteous Bow,\n As if brought down from its high place, the sky,\n And planted deep in the thick mist below;\u2015\u2015\n God's bow of promise to the earth beneath,\u2015\u2015\n Symbol of Peace 'mid Sin and War and Death!\n\n\n * * * * *\n\n\nTRANSCRIBER'S NOTES\n\nPunctuation has been standardized.\n\nSome alternate spellings have been retained.\n\nThis book contained an errata page at the end. The errata have been\napplied to the e-text by the transcriber without further note.\n\np. 24: \"Aud\" changed to \"And\" (And with the holy who in glory shine!)\n\np. 71: Missing word inserted: \"an\" (Remaining more than an hour)\n\np. 94: \"shewing\" changed to \"showing\" (showing that the true Supreme\nGod is meant)","title":"A Book of Christian Sonnets","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":27282}