THE TWO KINDS OF RICHES.

SINCE all the riches of all this world

May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings, I should suspect that I worshipped the devil If I thanked God for worldly things.

The countless gold of a merry heart,

The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,

The idle man never can bring to the mart,
Nor the cunning hoard up in his treasury.

SMILE AND FROWN.

THERE is a smile of Love,
And there is a smile of Deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles

In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of Hate,

And there is a frown of Disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,

For it sticks in the heart's deep core,
And it sticks in the deep backbone.
And no smile ever was smiled

But only one smile alone,

And betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smiled can be ;
And when it once is smiled,

There's an end to all misery.

And pity no more could be

If all were happy as ye :

And mutual fear brings peace.
Misery's increase

Are mercy, pity, peace.'

At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.

THAMES AND OHIO.

WHY should I care for the men of Thames,
And the cheating waters of chartered streams,
Or shrink at the little blasts of fear

That the hireling blows into mine ear?

Though born on the cheating banks of Thames-
Though his waters bathed my infant limbs-
The Ohio shall wash his stains from me;
I was born a slave, but I go to be free.

THE DEFILED SANCTUARY.

I saw a chapel all of gold

That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping..

I saw a serpent rise between

The white pillars of the door,
And he forced and forced and forced

Till down the golden hinges tore:

And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his shining length he drew,-
Till upon the altar white

Vomited his poison out

On the bread and on the wine.

So I turned into a sty,

And laid me down among the swine.

SCOFFERS.

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau, Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain ; You throw the dust against the wind, And the wind blows it back again.

And every stone becomes a gem,
Reflected in the beams divine;

Blown back, they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel's paths they shine.

The atoms of Democritus

And Newton's particles of light

Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,

Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

THE GREY MONK.

'I SEE, I see,' the Mother said,

'My children shall die for lack of bread!
What more has the merciless tyrant said ?'
The Monk sat down on her stony bed.

His eye was dry, no tears could flow,
A hollow groan bespoke his woe;
At length a feeble cry he said:

He trembled and shuddered upon the bed-
'When God commanded this hand to write
In the shadowy hours of deep midnight,
He told me that all I wrote should prove
The bane of all that on earth I love.
'My brother starved between two walls;
Thy children's cry my soul appals.

I mock at the rack and the grinding chain;
My bent body mocks at their torturing pain.
'Thy father drew his sword in the North,
With his thousands strong he is marched forth.
Thy brother has armed himself in steel,
To avenge the wrongs thy children feel.

.. But vain the sword and vain the bow,
They never can work war's overthrow.
The hermit's prayer and the widow's tear
Alone can free the world from fear.'

The hand of vengeance sought the bed
To which the purple tyrant filed ;
The iron hand crushed the tyrant's head,
And became a tyrant in his stead.