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HYMN

FOR MY BROTHER'S ORDINATION.

CHRIST to the young man said: "Yet one thing

more;

If thou wouldst perfect be,

Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,

And come and follow me !"

Within this temple Christ again, unseen,
Those sacred words hath said,

And his invisible hands to-day have been
Laid on a young man's head.

And evermore beside him on his way
The unseen Christ shall move,
That he may lean upon his arm and say,
"Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?"

Beside him at the marriage-feast shall be,
To make the scene more fair;
Beside him in the dark Gethsemane

Of pain and midnight prayer.

O holy trust! O endless sense of rest!

Like the beloved John

To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on!

POEMS ON SLAVERY.

THE following poems, with one exception, were written at sea, in the latter part of October. I had not then heard of Dr. Channing's death. Since that event, the poem addressed to him is no longer appropriate. I have decided, however, to let it remain as it was written, a feeble testimony of my admiration for a great and good man.

POEMS ON SLAVERY.

TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING.

THE pages of thy book I read,
And as I closed each one,

My heart, responding, ever said,
"Servant of God, well done !"

Well done! thy words are great and bold;

At times they seem to me, Like Luther's, in the days of old,

Half-battles for the free.

Go on, until this land revokes

The old and chartered lie,

The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult humanity.

A voice is ever at thy side,

Speaking in tones of might,

Like the prophetic voice, that cried

To John in Patmos, "Write!"

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