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To an oak Blown down by the Wind. "Thon who unmoved, hast heard the whirlwind chide Full many a winter round thy craggy bed. And like an earth-born giant hast outspread. Thy hundred arms, and Heaven's own bolts defied, Now liest along thy native mountain's side Uptorn;--yet deem not that I come to shed The idle drops of pity o'er thy head; Or basely to insult thy blasted pride;-- No — still's 'its thine, tho'fallen, imperial oak ! To teach this lesson to the wise and brave, That its much better, overthrown and broke in freedom's cause, to sink into the grave, Than, in submission to a tyrant's yoke, Like the vile reed to bow and be a slave."
ew Congregation, "House of Love," Richmond, Va. "Shemang Yisroel, Adonoy Elokainoo, Adonoy Achod!" O God of the Universe! Although unworthy through my manifestold transgressions, I approach the seat of Thy mercy, to crave Thy favor, and to seek Thy protection. I supplicate Thy- forgiveness, O most merciful Father, for the many transgressions and the oft-repeated disobedience, which caused Thee to command destruction over me. Behold me now, O my Father, supplicating Thy protection! Thon who art near when all other aid faileth! O spare me, guard me from the evil that is impending! This once happy country is inflamed by the fury of war; a menacing enemy is arrayed against the rights, liberties and freedom of this, our Confederacy; the ambition of this enemy has dissolved fraternal love, and the hand of fraternity has been broken asunder by the hands of those who sit now in council and meditate our chastisement with the chastisement of scorpions. Our firesides are threat
e graves of your alres! The degger of Macbeth was nothing To what that sword shall be; Sleeping or waking, its phantom shall still Forever be present to thee. And when with assassins and traitors, Who disgrace their country's name. Thon shall sneak to they grave with terror and fear, It will prove a sword of fiame: A sword, whose lurid lishining Shall rival the place of the lost; Then shrieking, despairing, too late thou'll find. What that treacherous blade hath cost. sion To the traitors then hast loved so well. Arneld will meet thee all smirking, But only to hide the tear; He known his pre-eminence now is gone, For a greater than Arnold is here. Then the Prince of Darkness shall say, "Do come up higher, my son; "Since the fall of man no darker deed "Than thine hath ever been done. "Now, Arnold, cease that growling, "Scott's is the greater name; "His sword he hath pinuged in his mother's heart. "Thon did'st only plan the same."
u, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.-- Revelations." "None knew thee but to love thee, None named thee but to praise." Farewell, farewell, a fond farewell! The fairest flower must fade, With no fit trouts left to tell The mourner where it laid. The rosehud blooms to fade away, The violet droops its head: They bloom in brightness but a day, Then all their charms are fied. But thine will be a better part; For should no tombstone rise. Thy name is graven on each heart, And virtue never dies. Thy, parents husband, children, friends Thy warm affection know; And thee the loss their bosom rends, They still must bid thee go. Far, far away above the skies, They trust they too may soar, Where wars and tumults never rise; Where parting is no more. "Thon art not dead but sleepeth" sound, Thy spirit is on high, Although thy body's in the ground, We'll meet beyond the sky. Albemarle county, Va., Nov. 6th 1861.