. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ent to uphold it; and all the harmonyof the body politic becomes discord ; and the human race is no more thanan assemblage of reckless barbarians, shameless, remorseless, brutal, de-naturalized, with no other law than force, no other check than passion, noother bond than irreligion, no other God than self! Such would be theworld which impiety would make. Such would be this world, were a beliefin God and immortality to die out of the human heart. THE TEMPEST. %-^^ J. T. FIELDS. wore c
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . ent to uphold it; and all the harmonyof the body politic becomes discord ; and the human race is no more thanan assemblage of reckless barbarians, shameless, remorseless, brutal, de-naturalized, with no other law than force, no other check than passion, noother bond than irreligion, no other God than self! Such would be theworld which impiety would make. Such would be this world, were a beliefin God and immortality to die out of the human heart. THE TEMPEST. %-^^ J. T. FIELDS. wore crowded in the cabin,Not a Roul would daro to fileej),—It was midnight on the waters >. 1 .,X. And a Htorrn upon the deep. T is a fearful thing in winterTo he shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpetThunder, Cut away the mast! So wo sluiddorod thorn in pilenco,—For the Htoutest held his hrciitli, While the hungry sea was roaring,And the breakers talked with Death. As thus we sat in darkness,Each one busy in his prayers, We are lost! the captain shoutedAs ho staggered down (in! OLD-SCHOOL PUNISHMENT. 209 But his little daughter whispered,As she took his icy hand, la nt God upon the oceanJust the same as on the land ? Then we kissed the little maiden,And we spoke in better cheer, And we anchored safe in harborWhen the morn was shining cie«r. INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. >QR birth is but a sleep and a forget-ting ;The soul that rises with us, our lifes had elsewhere its setting,And Cometh from in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory, do we come From God, who is our lies about us in our infancy !Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy ;But he beholds the light, and whence it fiows,- He sees it in his youth who daily farther from the eastMust travel, still is natures priest,And by the vision splendidIs on his way attended :At len
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