The Massachusetts spy, and Worcester County advertiser. [volume] ([Worcester, Mass.]) 1825-1831, 1826-09-20
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THE SERMON ON THE MOUNT

The dawn is sleeping daEkly still,
And wherefore do these hands advance
In silence to the lonely Hill?
They wait Judea's promised king,
Whose arm Of power shall set them free;
And hence their hopes thus warmly cling,
Thou lowly Son Of Man, to thee.
Is this their king? His head is crown'd
Only with pearls of morning dew;
His throne-the cold, unsheltered ground,
His poor attendsnts-faint aud few.
Away! away their hope grows dim;
But passion blazes wild and high,
And eyes are steinly bent on him
That almost whisper--Thou shalt die!
He moves with mild, commanding air,
He speaks in tones diviBely sweet,
And every lip is breaihless there,
And every heart hath ceased TO beat.
Wis all trancing hush beneath
AS when the strains of angels flow,
Who leave the burning throne 10 breathe
Their heaven upon the world below
They long for one revenging hour
To wake Judea's old renown
They long for an archangel's power
To dash their hated tyyants down.
Each hand is starting to the hilt;
Each heart is fam 20 swell the Hood,
And quench their ccuntry's wrath in blood,
The Savior speaks land all around
The tones fall gently on the hill;
Zen Nature pauses at the sound,
And all her elements are still.
The gales that herald mornings hour
Sink noiscless as the dying sigh,
While each stern spirit feels their power,
And lays its TREASURED fury BY.
Near they Alright? The humble, poor.
The mourners and the meek are blessed;
For them shall God unbar the door
That leads to wales OF heavenly rest.
The gentle sons Of peace and love,
Who dry one source of human tears,
Shall wear glorious crown above,
Through heavens amending march Of years.
lie points them TO the red clouds wings,
Above The radiant east unfurl'd;
And 10 The sun majestic springs
In gladaess on the waking world.
The rocks and hills-the waves and shore
The field and forest all are bright,
And Natures thousand voices pour
Her full heart-breathings of delight.
tsTis ike your Cos his gentle rain,
His liberal sunshine widely falls
Alike upon the desert plain,
And yondef clty's toWeIihS "diiS
The undeserving OF his care,
And they whose thoughts are all above,
The guilty and the grateful share
A fathers never weary love.
Be like lily God-be like the sun
And where thy healing power extends,
Let willing deeds of love be done
Alike 10 enemies and friends;
Then like yon city, lifted high
Above the cold world thou shalt oe,
And spirits that would fain deny,
Shall yield their grateful praise to thee.
At his command yon lily springs,
With more than royal pomp displayed;
And not the rroudest of your kiGgs
Was half so gloriously arrayed.
He sends those careless birds to noat
Delighted in the golden ray
he riyes the music of their note,
Anof FEED them through life's little day.
Those widaowers that so proudly rise,
Have each il. birthright frcsH Oh high,
And not stricken sparrow dies.
Without mandate l-oul the sky.
Then fear not-God will hear Thy prayer,
VIII guard thee safe from every harm,
Thy life will bless with constant caTe,
And death Of all its power disarm.
Behold that straight and upward way
Where travellers move apart and slow
And that broad road where thouands stray
Upon The fowery vale below
The last is like the path to pain;
The narrow leads to worlds of joy,
Where that pure happiness gnal reign,
Which death nay never more Destroy
Thus long he speaks-and long their eyes
In musing on the earth they cast;
Their gaze is chain'd in deep surprise,
And passicn's glances all are passed.
Long--Iong their troubled hearts shall keep
The memory of that mighty eharn,
Which spread Ger the stormy deep
sudden and waYeless calm, "