The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1846-07-04

Where echoes of the past are heard,
Where roll time powerless waves.
Her eye now scans the far off coast,
OF Afrc s fervid cline;
She bids them turn their weary feet,
And in her halls Tccline.
On mountain tops, by sunny lakes,
In isles and lands afar;
Throw down the cumbrous cares oflife,
Turn to your natal star.
Tho slow and weary is the tread,
OF many a wanderers feet,
Still youthful visions seek again,
Within my calm retreat,
From chairs of state, from lions walls,
From household affairs turn
And bid affections waning lamp,
Within the bosom burn.
Here gather strength for future toll,
Along the paths of time,
Press cherished ones! press to my side
And on my breast reclne.
From worldly affairs, 10! we turn;
Nor madly bend the knee
Dear mother, glad we heed thy voice,
Thy sons return to thee.
Alas! what mean those seyer'd links'
Which nought can here repair;
Where many loved and faultless ones2
Der the dark waters surging deep,
a beacon sends its rays
List heard we not those angel strains
Ofever during praise?
PRAYER-by Rev. LEVI II. STONE, of Glover
INrRoDucToRY WELcoME-by Rev. dawn
MERRILL--nn excellent performance, in
style and matter characteristic ofthc author
and of course, 'sjust the thing"
ODE-written for the occasion by OLIVER
JOHNSON, now of N. York, but a native of
Peacham, who was present TO read it to the
assembly after which it was sung by the choir,
TuSE-".Auld Lang Sync,"
When forests crowned these vcrdant hills,
Full fifty years ago,
And ringing through these fertile wales
Was heard the axman's blow;
When Peace and Thrift came hand in hand
These woodland wilds among,
Above the settlers humble cot
A modest Temple sprung,
In faith our fathers reared the shrine
To Truth and knowledge given,
And lifted high beacon-light
To guide the soul to Heaven!
That light though kindled long ago,
Is burning brightly still;
Its rays are now in beauty shed
yer valley PLAIN ana NIL
The Fount of knowledge opened here,
From purest source supplied,
Hath sent afar its healing streams,
And showered it's blessings widei
The dusky Indian of the West
Hath felt his soul reclaimed,
And cen to heather Isles its sons
The gospel have proclaimed.
In honored places of the land
Its sons have served their age,
And won for it noble name
On Historys glowing page;
In Pulpit, Court and Council-hall
Their words of truth are heard,
And through the Press their clarion voice
The Nations heart hath stirred.
On this dear spot, in youth fair morn,
While yet our hopes were bright,
Wise Teachers sought to guide our feet
In paths of love and light;
And now we come in manhood's hour
To pour our grateful song,
And offer up our feryent prayer
Where hottest memories throng,
The Father, leaning on his staff,
This day renews his joy,
And in the Mothers listening ear
Talks proudly of he boy;
The Widows broken heart reyives
To see her son return,
And Friendships fires once more renewed,
With holy fervor burn.
o FATHER! in this joyful hour
Our thanks to Thee we bring,
And with united heart and voice
Thy glorious praises sings
Thy love is boundless as the sea-
Thy mercy ever sure
o NAV the shrine our Fathers reared
To latest times endure!
May EDUcATIoN's holy light
Extend on every hand,
Till Wars foul blot and Slavery's curse
Be banished from the land
And o man Freedom 5 sacred fires
On every altarf fame,
And Temperance, Righteousness and Peace
Exalt our Nations fame!
AN ADDRESS, by Hon. ISAAC F. REDFTELD.
Subject Education. The author discussed
this subject in its various bearings but dwelt
more at length upon moral and physical eduT
cation, pointing out the defects attending the
pursuit of it among As we suppose the
address will be published we will not do so
much injustice to the author as to undertake
TO give any extended synopsis of it. He treat