Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1841-06-02
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THE MISSIONARY.
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=. hero who on martial fields has fought,
4 4 deeds Of high renown in arms has wrought.
=. long received the laurel wreath Of praise,
r,woyeu with the bard's immortal lays.
a, he who, at his savior's high command,
ro,.skes his kindred and his native land,
Ana seeks, in pagan chimes, his lone abode,
Uab single arm to battle for his Cod
sc,rce one lone harp, TO epic measures strung,
ofb;s illus,rious deeds has ever sung.
SVh.n 60 the scene Of conflict forth he goes,
Boldly to strive with Truths numerous foes,
NJ sbou,s from warIike hosts salute his ears
No deafsning p@ans Ofapplause he hears;
n silence with his friends, sacred few,
b, lingering, takes his last, his long adieu.
hen hearts high swelling ,heave the parting sigh,
! nd tear-drOps gush from every loved ones eye,
While each fond spirit that in sadness grieves,
ute prayers. in his behalf, in secret breathes.
Awhile on oceans foaming surges tossed,
length the heaving pillows he has crossed,
Vhen, 10! land Of strangers meets his eyes,
nd thick before him dismal prospects rise.
Yer all, the night Of moral darkness reigns -
cnighted man, bound fastin errors chains,
Responding, gropes amid the awful gloom
o star Of hope to light him to the tomb!
hose horrid scenes, that Heaven itself amaze,
he man of God with sorrowing heart surveys;
ICES Ignorance his gloomy front uprear,
Ind Superstition stalk with scowl severe,
|hiIe in their footsteps crime and murder tread,
md round the shades Of desolation spread.
nd bark borne by the sweeping blast along,
here comes doleful sound from yonder throng
Is not the widows s Ugh, the orphans moan;
is not the wounded soldiers dying groan;
comes from those who roam bewildered there
De Willing of the children of despair
lose hapless victims from their doom to save,
Christian warrior, in his meeknfss brave,
ilh Sins fell cohorts enters into strife,
solved to conquer or to yield his life.
here, while the powers ofhell around him rage,
u misunderstanding combat 'gainst him wage,
Is arm, that ne'er in dangers hour has swerved
Dw b,rihe God of battles " doubly nerved,
DO sword Of Truth with force untiring yields,
h, one bySone, each form Of error yields.
hus viii the hosts of Death, a mighty throng,
ilh frn. uhdaunted soul, he struggles long;
nd though, at times, dire omens may appear,
n stroud his mind in apprehensions drear;
hough as, from kindred far, in foreign lands,
naided but by Heaven, alone he stands,
nd views the unboanded field before him lie,
|ih no fond laborer of the Savior nigh,
rush of grief, he knows not to control,
ONES booming DER the ocean of his souls
ct prayer shall soon renew his dropping nigh
nd brighter prospects beam upon his sight.
he heather temples, fanes, and pagodas, all,
filth holy Joy he sees around him fail;
he mighty Ganges now before him rolls,
rec from the curse Of inundated souls;
Nd as the car Of Juggernaut moves by,
e hears no more the PROSTATE victims cry;
ut loud hcsannas, swelling to the skies,
md Christian prayers from pagan lips arise;
he kindling flames round earth's last idol roar
nd demons triumph over mar no more.
Such is the victory Christ's bold servant wins
ow has he hid multitude Of sins
wept from the earth what once offended Heave
nd light, and life, and love, and rapture given
That though, like Wolfe, the conquering he
falls,
deaths cold arms on yonder heather walls ;
lis dying glance DER ransomed ssuls is sent,
nd his last accents breathe-sl die content"
Yet not unsung, o, nobIest Of thy race
halt thou thus perish with a martyrs grace;
T man, ungrateful, will not wake the Tyre,
Thy praise shall grest thee from an angel cho
RURAL BARD
New Hampton, N. H.