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mily: Some thinking of advantage won, seemed scarce to trust their hold On that advantage, lest their prize turn dust, like fairy gold.
Only methought that Britain and Columbia, 'mid their peers, Showed eyes more hopeful, calmer brows, and lips less pale with fears: As having clearer view than most where surest faith should lie-- To put their trust in Providence, and keep their powder dry.
As being bent to fight the fight of common sense and truth: Nor yield the faith therein to fear, the rights thereof to ruth: Not give knaves, fools, or fanatics, the driving seat and reins: Worthy his hire to own each man who works, with hand or brains.
To recognise the Heavenly rule that various lots assigns, But ranges high and low alike 'neath Duty's even lines: To do to others as we would that they to us should do, To prize the blessings that we have, and others help thereto.
While Britain to this faith is firm, and puts this faith in deed, Little to her how plenteous or how poor the years succeed. She holds a hope good fortune reared not up, ill casts not down; Trusting the Power whose hand alike is o'er Red-Cap and Crown.
OLD GHOSTS AND NEW.
OF old, around the whitening embers, One, here and there, as yet remembers The tales of Ghosts, at Christmas season, Which once were wont to stagger Reason.
Those tales are told no more at Christmas, Whose Ghosts are laid beyond the Isthmus Of Suez, all beneath the billows Of the Red Sea, on sandy pillows.
The Ghosts with eyes of flame and saucer Are now as obsolete as CHAUCER; No Ghosts now rattle chains, nor blue light Emit, but "Spirit Lights"--a new light.
White-sheeted Ghosts have grown mere fables. Instead of groaning, Ghosts rap tables: With smells of sulphur ne'er assail us; With curious perfumes oft regale us.
They "mediums" raise by "levitation," And subject them to elongation, And in and out of windows float them, Two stories high, lords vow, we quote them.
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