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'Tis thus in friendship; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
A hare, who in a civil way, Complied with every thing like Gay, Was known by all the bestial train, Who haunt the woods, or graze the plain. Her care was never to offend; And ev'ry creature was her friend.
2. As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from deep-mouthed thunder flies. She starts, she stops, she pants for breath; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round, Till, fainting in the public way, Half-dead with fear she gasping lay:
3. What transport in her bosom ğrew, When first the horse appear'd in view! “Let me,” says she, “your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend. You know my feet betray my flight; To friendship ev'ry burthen's light."
The horse replied,-"Poor honest puss !
4. She next the stately bull implor'd;
5. The goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye, “My back," says he, “may do you harm; The sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."
The sheep was feeble, and complain'd
6. She now the trotting calf address'd, To save from death a friend distress'd.
"Shall I,” says he, "of tender age, In this important care engage? Older and abler pass'd you by: How strong are those! how weak am I!, Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine might take offense. Excuse me then: you know my heart, But dearest friends, alas! must part. How shall we all lament !-Adieu ! For, see, the hounds are just in view."
The African Chief.
A man of giant frame,
That shrunk to hear his name.
His dark eye on the ground;
As on a lion bound. 2. Vainly, but well, that chief had fought.
He was a captive now:
Was written on his brow,
Showed warrior true and brave: · A prince among his tribe before,
He could not be a slave.
“My brother is a king;
And take this bracelet ring;
And I will fill thy hands
And gold dust from the sands." 4. “ Not for thy ivory nor thy gold
Will I unbind thy chains;
The battle spear again.
Shall yet be paid for thee;
In lands beyond the sea.”
5. Then spoke the warrior chief, and bade
To shred his locks away;
Before the victor lay.
And destly hidden there,
The dark and crisped hair.
· Long kept for sorest need :
And say that I am freed.
‘Weeps by the cocoa-tree;
And ask in vain for me.”
Thy fetters fast and strong ;
Thy wife shall wait thee long."
The captive's frame to hear;
Was changed to mortal fear.
At once his eye grew wild :
Whispered, and wept, and smiled!
And once at shut of day,
The Sacrifice of Abraham. 1. Morn breaketh in the east. The purple clouds Are putting on their gold and violet, To look the meeter for the sun's bright coming. Sleep is upon the waters and the wind; And nature from the wary forest-leaf To her majestic master, sleeps. As yet There is no inist upon the deep blue sky, And the clear dew is, on the blushing blossoms Of crimson roses in a holy rest.'
2. How hallowed is the hour of morning! meet,
3. But now, he seemeth
4. Light poureth on the world. And Sarah stands,
They troa Together onward, patriarch and childThe bright sun throwing back the old man's shade In strait and fair proportion, as of one Whose years were freshly number'd. He stood up, Even in his vigorous strength, and like a tree Rooted in Lebanon, his frame bent not; His thin, white hairs had yielded to the wind, And left his brow uncoverd; and his face, Impress'd with the stern majesty of grief, Nerved to a solemn duty, now stood forth Like a rent rock, submissive, yet sublime.
6. But the young boy-he of the laughing eye And ruby lip, the pride of life was on him. He seemed to drink the morning. The sun and dew, And the aroma of the spicy trees, And all that giveth the delicious cast Its fitness for an Eden, stole like light Into his spirit, ravishing his thoughts With love and beauty. Every thing he met,
Buoyant or beautiful, the lightest wing
8. The sun rode on in heaven. The dew stole up
It was noon-