Sentinel of the valley. [volume] (Woodstock, Va) 1841-1848, 1844-02-08
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THE EMBARC ALTON OF THE PILGRIMS.
If take the wings Of the morning
and dwell in the uftermost parts Of the
sea, even there shall thy hand lead me,
and thy right hand shall hold me-
PSALM cXxxix.
Ay, there they are: tie old the young,
The man At arms, the man Of prayer!
fF5ca iTtF.,-tsiis steeled, each nerve is
strung
They fearn death. for Cop is there.
The storms rent clouds, like rngets.
play,
Round the bold forehead of the day,
Whose eye upon the Western food
Now rests and turns the waves 20 blood.
And, while upon the hinge of night
The swift; hours pause to catch the sight,
He tints the crystal drops that cling
To the wild North-wnd's misty wing,
And lights the tempest's funeral march
With the broad raiGbow's brilliant arch
~. there they are. upon the deep!
Each voice has spoke its last farewell:
Like hearts bereaved, they cannot weep;
But who thelr agony shall tell?
They turu from Hollands friendly shore
From forms that ne'er shall meet them
more
Each knee before its Maker bent;
Each eye upon it's God intent;
Each tear concealed by duty's frost;
Each sob in Invocation lost.
Oh, who, Ike them, could mount the
wave,
10 found State or Gil a grave?
When fearful odds against US make,
And life and liberty's at stake,
Oh, It's a desperate act 10 tread
On glery's bastions strewn with dead,
And plant a nations standard high
Above the march Of victory.
Bat twas mighlier task to brave
The Pilgrims path DER oceans wave;
70 leave the homestead on the lea,
Where love watched over infancy
The dead who slept beside the glen,
and the old memories of men
And. mid the tempest's frozen breath,
To play the game Of life with death;
70 bear an infant nations form,
Secure amid the dreadful storm.
Plant its frai feet on regions wild,
And watch to manhood such a child.
Such, CARVER! was thy mighty task,
When Virtue laid aside her mask,
And, in her plain and spotless dress,
Sought refuge in the wilderness.
Oh, what immortal issues hung
On every accent Of thy tongue;
On every thought that held control,
And cast shadow o'er thy soul
On glory's power, on knigh,hood's fame,
On riches, honor, and name?
The sun has set-they're on the sea.
Oh, v hat glorious company.
The fallen of nation. borne
In GRIFFIN jog to give return.
Ay, when the mail.clad hosts shall fail,
Aud winds through ruined castles wall,
When chivalry shall find her tomb,
And knishthood's sun decends in gloom.
Then shall the Pilgrims children stand
The guardians Of a mightier land.
Life-teeming canvass. In thy tone
immortal Genius speaks alone;
Speaks to the sraybeard and the outh
In the deep cloquence of truth.
Here let the sorrowins patriot come
When Discor,l beats her wizard drum,
And the proud pillars Of the free
Rock Ike the crags that line the sea:
Here let him learn what Patience
wrought,
When Virtue plead and Reason taught,
When Hope upon the distant wave
Danced like eorpse-light DER a grave.
And life upon q balance hung,
While BaEwsrNR prayed and STANDIsa
sung:
Here let him ponder we'll the past,
And with his country brave the blast.
j. E. ID.
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Defiance of the .Mormons. The Phila-
delphia Museum says that the Mormons
At Nauyeo have. in public meeting, de-