The long-taught world no more

Those idle charms explore,

Nor call on evil to restore from ill;

But heav'n-ward things, that have their birth
And shed their early tears on earth,

Experience, Truth, and Conquest of the will, These took the Troubler's place, and bade the Plague

be still.

Never did sweeter sound

From discord drop resolving,

Than struck the balanc'd world around

Once more set smooth revolving;

And princely visions rare,

Went stepping through the air,

With frank eyes listening to the glassy spheres ;

The Eagles of the north were seen

Sailing the sunny doves between ;

The Lily whiten'd from it's dust with tears;

And Hopes with lifted smiles, and holy-minded Fears.

And lo, how earth and sky, As if the charm completing,

From winter's other tyranny

Revive and give us greeting.
There's not a joy of spring,

But's up upon the wing;

The leaves put out their hands into the ray; The bee, that rings the basking hour,

Comes for his kiss from flow'r to flow'r ;

Glad faces are abroad with crowding play, And all creation keeps full-hearted holiday.

The soldier sheathes his sword,

The statesman breathes from thinking,
The freeman feels his hope restor❜d,
When most his heart was shrinking.
No more the widow bleeds

To see the babe that feeds

At her dear breast with sudden-stopping moan;

But while his earnest task he plies,
Smiles in his grave uplifted eyes,

Gath'ring his little hand into her own,

And feels that in the world she shall not be alone.

O Liberty! O breath

Of all that's true existence !

Thou at whose touch the soul, at death,

But leaps to joy and distance;

Before thy present call,

The very captive's wall,

If wrongly round him, like a curtain flies;
The green and laughing world he sees,

Waters, and plains, and waving trees,

The skim of birds, and the blue-doming skies, And sits with smile at heart, and patience-levell'd

eyes.

THE

DESCENT OF LIBERTY.