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Mutual fear and dark distrust:
But you know me for a brother
And a friend who speak from far;
Be as one, then, with each other,
Sister States, as Now ye are!

5. If it seems a.thing unholy
Freedom's soil by slaves to till,
Yet, be just, and sagely, slowly,

Nobly, cure that ancient ill: -
Slowly, — haste is fatal ever;
Nobly, — lest good faith ye mar;
Sagely, — not in wrath to sever
Sister States, as Now ye are!

6. Charmed with your commingled beauty, England sends the signal round,

"Every man must do his duty" a

To redeem from bonds the bound!

Then indeed your banner's brightness,

Shining clear from every star,

Shall proclaim your joint uprightness,

Sister States, as Now ye are!

7. So, a peerless constellation
May those stars forever blaze!
Three-and-ten-times-threefold nation.
Go-ahead in power and praise!
Like the many-breasted goddess
Throned on her Ephesian car,

Be — one heart in many bodies!
Sister States, as Now ye are!

LESSON XCII.

Autumn Evening Scene. Thomson.*

1. But see the fading many-colored woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round Imbrown; a crowded umbrage dusk and dun, Of every hue, from wan declining green To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Low whispering, lead into their leaf-strown walks, And give the season in its latest view.

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2. Meantime, light shadowing all, a sober calm Fleeces unbounded ether: whose least wave Stands tremulous, uncertain where to turn

The gentle current: while illumined wide,
The dewy-skirted clouds imbibe the sun,
And through their lucid veil his softened force
Shed o'er the peaceful world.

3. Then is the time

For those whom virtue and whom nature charm
To steal themselves from the degenerate crowd,
And soar above this little scene of things:
To tread low-thoughted vice beneath their feet;
To soothe the throbbing passions into peace;
And woo lone Quiet in her silent walks.

4. Thus solitary, and in pensive guise, Oft let me wander o'er the russet mead,

And through the saddened grove, where scarce is heard One dying strain, to cheer the woodman's toil.

5. Haply some widowed songster pours his plaint Far, in faint warblings, through the tawny copse; While congregated thrushes, linnets, larks,

And each wild throat, whose artless strains so late
Swelled'all the music of the swarming shades,
Robbed of their tuneful souls, now shivering sit
On the dead tree, a dull despondent flock:
With not a brightness waving o'er their plumes,
And naught save chattering discord in their note.

6. O, let not, aimed from some inhuman eye.
The gun the music of the coming year
Destroy; and harmless, unsuspecting harm,
Lay the weak tribes a miserable prey

In mingled murder, fluttering on the ground!

7. The pale descending year, yet pleasing still, A gentler mood inspires; for now the leaf Incessant rustles from the mournful grove;

Oft startling such as studious walk below,
And slowly circles through the waving air.

8. But should a quicker breeze amid the boughs Sob, o'er the sky the leafy deluge streams;

Till, choked and matted with the dreary shower,

The forest walks, at every rising gale,

Roll wide the withered waste, and whistle bleak.

9. Fled is the blasted verdure of the fields; And, shrunk into their beds, the flowery race

Their sunny robes resign. E'en what remained
Of stronger fruits falls from the naked tree;
And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around,
The desolated prospect thrills the soul. * *

10. The western sun withdraws the shortened day, And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky,

In her chill progress, to the ground condensed
The vapor throws. Where creeping waters ooze,
Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind,
Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along
The dusky-mantled lawn.

11. Meanwhile the moon,

Full-orbed, and breaking through the scattered clouds,
Shows her broad visage in the crimsoned east.
Turned to the sun direct her spotted disk,
Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend,
And caverns deep as optic tube descries,
A smaller earth, gives us his blaze again,
Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day.

12. Now through the passing clouds she seems to stoop, Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime.

Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild
O'er the skyed mountain to the shadowy vale,
While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam;
The whole air whitens with a boundless tide
Of silver radiance trembling round the world. * *

13. The lengthened night elapsed, the morning shines Serene, in all her dewy beauty bright; » Unfolding fair the last autumnal day.

And now the mounting sun dispels the fog,
The rigid hoar-frost melts before his beam;
And, hung on every spray, on every blade
Of grass, the myriad dew-drops twinkle round.

LESSON XCIII.

Love, Hope and Patience, in Education. Coleridge*

1. O'er wayward childhood wouldst thou hold firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces, —

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Love, Hope and Patience, these must be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first keep school.
"2. For, as old Atlas on his broad neck places
Heaven's starry globe, and there sustains it, so
Do these upbear the little world below
Of Education — Patience, Love and Hope.

3. Methinks I see them grouped in seemly show,
The straightened arms upraised, the palms aslope,
And robes that, touching as adown they flow,
Distinctly blend, like snow embossed in snow.

O, part them never! If Hope prostrate lie,
Love too will sink and die.

4. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive
From her own life that Hope is yet alive;
And bending o'er with soul-transfusing eyes,
And-the soft murmurs of the mother dove,
Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ,

Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love

5. Yet haply there will come a weary day, When, overtasked at length,

Both Love and Hope beneath the load give way.
Then, with a statue's smile, a statue's strength,
Stands the mute sister, Patience, nothing loath,
And, both supporting, does the work of both.

LESSON XCIV.

Home. Montgomery.

1. There is a land, of every land the pride,
Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside;
Where brighter suns dispense serener light,
And milder moons emparadise the ni^ht;

2. A land of beauty, virtue, valor, truth,
Time-tutored age, and love-exalted youth:
The wandering mariner, whose eye explores
The wealthiest isles, the most enchanting shores,
Views not a realm so bountiful and fair,

Nor breathes the spirit of a purer air.

3. In every clime the magnet of his soul,
Touched by remembrance, trembles to that pole;
For in this land of Heaven's peculiar grace,
The heritage of nature's noblest race,

There is a spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside
His sword and scepter, pageantry and pride,
While in his softened looks benignly blend
The sire, the son, the husband, brother, friend.

4. Here woman reigns; the mother, daughter, wife, Strew with fresh flowers the narrow way of life!

In the clear heaven of her delightful eye,
An angel-guard of loves and graces lie;
Around her knees domestic duties meet,
And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet.

5. Where shall that land, that spot of earth, be found Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around;

O, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam,
That land thy country, and that spot thy home!

LESSON XCV.
Nature. Wordsworth.

1. I Have learned

To look on Nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes

The still sad music of humanity,

Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power

To chasten and subdue.

2. And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean, and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

3. Therefore am I still

A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains, and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half create
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In Nature, and the language of the sense,

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