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Show 90 Think yc his dim and failing eye ls kindled at your pageantry 7 f r b Sorrowinrr of soul, and chained o tm , 'Vhat is ;our carnival to him 1 Down with the LAW t IH lt b1'1t d,·:, him thus I Unworthy freemen , let it find No refucre from the withering curse Of G~d and human kind! Open the prisoner's living. tomb, And usher from its hroodlllg gloom The victims ot your savage code, To the free sun and air of God ! No longer dare as crime to brand The chastening of th' Almighty's hand! STA!'iZAS, 'At t thou beautifui1-Live then in accordance with the curioU!t mnkc and li·ame uf thy creatiou , and let the beauty of thy person leach thee to beautify thy miud with holiness, the ornament of the beloved of God.'-Wllr. PENN . llrNo up thy tresses, thou beautiful one, Of brown in the shadow and gold in the SUn I Free should their delicate lustre ue thrown O'er a forehead more pure than the Parian ston eShaming the lig ht of those Orient pearls 'Vhich bind o'er its whiteness thy ~oft wreathing curls. Smile-for thy glance on the mirror is thrown, And the face of an angel is meetiug thine own! Beautiful crea ture-! marvel not That thy check a lo1·elicr tint hath caught; And the kindling light of thine eye hath told Of a dearer We:\Jth than the miser's 60)d. |