That crowned their homes with peace and health, And weighed Heaven's smile beyond earth's wealth; Far from the thorny paths of strife

They stood, a living lesson to their race,

Rich in the charities of life,

Man in his strength, and Woman in her grace;

In purity and love THEIR pilgrim road they trod,

And when they served their neighbor, felt they served

their God."

XXIX.

This may not wake the poet's verse,
This souls of fire may ne'er rehearse
In crowd-delighting voice;

Yet o'er the record shall the patriot bend,
His quiet praise the moralist shall lend,
And all the good rejoice.

XXX.

This be our story then, in that far day,
When others come their kindred debt to pay.
In that far day? - O, what shall be,
In this dominion of the free,

When we and ours have rendered up our trust,
And men unborn shall tread above our dust?

O, what shall be ? He, He alone,

The dread response can make,

Who sitteth on the only throne

That time shall never shake;

Before whose all-beholding eyes

Ages sweep on, and empires sink and rise.
Then let the song, to Him begun,

To Him in reverence end;
Look down in love, Eternal One,

And Thy good cause defend;

Here, late and long, put forth Thy hand,
To guard and guide the Pilgrim's land.

ODE,

Written for the Fourth Triennial Celebration of the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanic Association, 1818.

WHEN, from the mitred churchman's power,

Pilgrims sought a land of rest,

Here proudly rose, in blissful hour,

Freedom's empire in the west.

To Him who saved, the God most high,

Sweet Piety her altar raised;

Invention came, with eagle eye,

And Science smiled where savage war-fires blazed.

Here, where the tawny Indian roved,
Tenant of a flowerless waste,
A magic power bright Genius proved,
Forests bowed to Art and Taste.

Toil swung the sledge with sturdy hand,

In chiseled grace fair domes arose,

Improvement moved upon the land,

And Freedom's Press saved all from freedom's foes.

Mechanic skill! the tar by thee

Stems the wave, and mocks the gale;

By thee the yeoman, blithe and free,
Plenty reaps from every vale.

Earth vainly hides her caverned ores;

To thee the treasured hoard is given;

And elements obey thy powers,

And Science grasps the quivering flash of heaven.

Nor yet alone in peaceful toil

Genius here shall be renowned;

Should bold invasion tread the soil,

Art's firm sons shall rally round.
Great Archimedes on the foe

Drew burning vengeance from the sun;
And they, at Franklin's name who glow,
Shall rouse at thine, immortal Washington!

O, favored land! the exile's rest,
Charity's long-hallowed seat;
By science, worth, and valor blest,

All that's good in thee shall meet.

"BE JUST, AND FEAR NOT "earth combined;

The scale and blade, the test and doom,

Thy sons shall bear to all mankind,

And clustering glories round their names shall bloom.

* Motto of the Society.

Ꭺ Ꭱ Ꭲ .

An Ode written for the Sixth Triennial Festival of the Massachusetts Charitable Mechanic Association, 1824.

WHEN, from the sacred garden driven,

Man fled before his Maker's wrath,

An Angel left her place in heaven,

And crossed the wanderer's sunless path.
'Twas Art! sweet Art! new radiance broke
Where her light foot flew o'er the ground,
And thus with seraph voice she spoke -
"The Curse a Blessing shall be found."

She led him through the trackless wild,
Where noontide sunbeam never blazed;
The thistle shrunk, the harvest smiled,

And Nature gladdened as she gazed.
Earth's thousand tribes of living things,

At Art's command, to him are given;
The village grows, the city springs,

And point their spires of faith to heaven.

He rends the oak - and bids it ride,

To guard the shores its beauty graced;