American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-02-26
[From lie Phad. Saturday Couvicr.]
OBILITY OF Nj &c I'll A N | G S
Ex MISS NJ. L. WENTWORTH.

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ET MISS NJ. L. WENTWORTH.
Toll on, sun-burnt mechanic. God has plac-
ed thee in thy lot, perchance, to guide the fly
ing car that xhrls US on from scene to scene,
or friend to friend; bind down the warning waves
of ocean, temrtest tost or chain the red artil-
lery of heaven.
Toll on! Without thy power, earth, though
her sands were one vast Pactolus CT gold, would
be waste of tinselled tears and glttering grief,
and want and wo, and splendid misery, CLEAN
out from ALL her treasured mines. Rich soils
would perish in their richness, and the fruits
of seasons changing, die ungathered from the
harvest.
Toll on! jehovah was a workman, too. Gin
the beginning God created heaven and earth"
and from confused chaos sprung this perfect
world, the perfect workmanship ofithe eternal,
uncreated power. Up rose the mighty firma-
ment, and back the sullen surges swept, sub
missive tanned, each to their several bounds
And then he sat great lights, the glorious sun
to bless the day; the tmid moon to wear at
night the milde- lustre of the radiant orb. He
painted heaven with mingling blue and white,
and in che walked arch modest star peeped
out, seemed, by the majesty of sun and moon,
like stray lilly breathing on its lore of meek
and bushing loneliness, in the gay tints ofope-
ming bud and RIGA voluptuous blossom.
Wondering, there dawned another, and a
third, Till clustering, clinging to the spacious
canopy, they read, in the calm waters of the
sea, the story of their radiant loveliness. From
thence assured, they fear nor sun nor moon, but
faithfully 6istil their pensive light. Old ocean
tost her crescent spray, and from her hidden
depths creatures Of life came up, and flew a.
bove the earth; winged fowls and birds, are fly
Eol, ,l,1a IL
the sea.
And God created man! Six days he labored,
and the seventh he reposed; while from the sea,
the earth, the air, and all that in them lie, went
up a chorus Of extatic praise to God, the first,
the eternal architect.
Toll on, sun burnt mechanic; heard ye Of him
whom babbing Jews despsed? The manger-
born of Nazareth?-Exalted to be Prince DER
death and hell. Read ye not, in The Book,
of the untaught apprentice, who laid his hand
upon liberia S ragged name, and it was still
ed?
Toll on. Drink from TIE dews that heaven
6istis; fragrant flowers, the bursting buds, the
blessed air, is untold wealth to the hard brow
cd and bronzed mechanic. Rich Golfers bring
snare ,canker and heart correson. Gods wealth
is yours, wealth to which decaying gold is
vanity and dross.
Toll on! Proud peer and prince, and pedant,
sage, statesman, and priest, now claim the tri-
butte of a tomb, which fam would drive away
the greedy worm; and splendid eloquence and
hooking tears are shed and spent above the
dust which lies as common as the plebian herd.
The grave is the great leveller BEST grave!
Grave Of the tanned mechanic! A spirit speaks
from thence, and willing ears may learn some
task, which monuments of gold have not pow
err to teach Proud man-learned mango sit
above that tomb, and weep to think that when
old time shall tire, the sun 60 out with weari-
ness, oblivion's sullen surge shall sweep away
your greatness and your chivalry, above "the
wreck of matters and the crush of worlds" the
handiwoik of Gods own noblemen shall live,
immutable..as time, while time his empire holds,
eternal as eternity
WHAT MISSIONARIES HAVE DONE. The Rev.
DR.. Arnold, at public meeting in Boston re-
GENTLY. exhibited the triumphs of benevolence