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The Enchanted Lake.
Norah ! thy Dennis was young and brave AVhen his boat went down in thc closing wave ; But under that wave—as the old wives say —• Is the land of youth , where ' s no decay . Then Norah think that his young bright form Shall never decay ' mid time and storm ; And mourn no more , for his own dear sake , That he dwells below—in the fairy lake . J . E . CARPENTER .
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ON THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST STEAM MAIL-PACKET " THE THAMES , " COMMANDED BY CAPTAIN HASTE , R . N ,, AT NASSAU , * NEW PROVIDENCE , BAHAMAS . " What will not man attempt , " so sang the bard f Mecfenas lov'd , " when wealth is the reward ? " What ought not man assay , when virtue ' s meed Prompts the bold task and consecrates the deed ;
When -universal good , with smiling eye Invites to taste the sweets of ev ' ry sky ; And enterprise , ^ subservient to the cause Of truth ' s best interest , forbids to pause ; When distant shores , scarce visited by man , Sigh for instruction in Redemption ' s plan . And Albion ' s sonsas as brave
, generous , Bold to explore and ever quick to save ; With hearts , which , while they scorn the foeman ' s fears , Can beat for other ' s woes—for other ' s tears . Dead to their own , alive to other ' s care , Find for themselves but cravings of despair ?
Oh , see where , dumb with grief , they thoughtful stand In useless woe , a melancholy band , The stalwart race of England , doom'd to feel , E ' en worse than ocean ' s rage , or foeman ' s steel—Want §—with'ring ev ' ry hope with canker blight—Want—dark ning ev ' ry joy with sorrow ' s night—Want—forcing those with ruthless hand to part , ||
Whom love and nature make but one in heart ; And consecrated ties have bound to share One common roof of happiness or care ! . Yet , cease , ye sons of industry , from grief ; The First Great Cause of all supplies relief . Let suff ' ring patience bear you up awhile ; ' Though hard your lot , hope brightens with a smile ; Bids emulation other lands explore . And poverty at home bewail no more .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Enchanted Lake.
Norah ! thy Dennis was young and brave AVhen his boat went down in thc closing wave ; But under that wave—as the old wives say —• Is the land of youth , where ' s no decay . Then Norah think that his young bright form Shall never decay ' mid time and storm ; And mourn no more , for his own dear sake , That he dwells below—in the fairy lake . J . E . CARPENTER .
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ON THE ARRIVAL OF THE FIRST STEAM MAIL-PACKET " THE THAMES , " COMMANDED BY CAPTAIN HASTE , R . N ,, AT NASSAU , * NEW PROVIDENCE , BAHAMAS . " What will not man attempt , " so sang the bard f Mecfenas lov'd , " when wealth is the reward ? " What ought not man assay , when virtue ' s meed Prompts the bold task and consecrates the deed ;
When -universal good , with smiling eye Invites to taste the sweets of ev ' ry sky ; And enterprise , ^ subservient to the cause Of truth ' s best interest , forbids to pause ; When distant shores , scarce visited by man , Sigh for instruction in Redemption ' s plan . And Albion ' s sonsas as brave
, generous , Bold to explore and ever quick to save ; With hearts , which , while they scorn the foeman ' s fears , Can beat for other ' s woes—for other ' s tears . Dead to their own , alive to other ' s care , Find for themselves but cravings of despair ?
Oh , see where , dumb with grief , they thoughtful stand In useless woe , a melancholy band , The stalwart race of England , doom'd to feel , E ' en worse than ocean ' s rage , or foeman ' s steel—Want §—with'ring ev ' ry hope with canker blight—Want—dark ning ev ' ry joy with sorrow ' s night—Want—forcing those with ruthless hand to part , ||
Whom love and nature make but one in heart ; And consecrated ties have bound to share One common roof of happiness or care ! . Yet , cease , ye sons of industry , from grief ; The First Great Cause of all supplies relief . Let suff ' ring patience bear you up awhile ; ' Though hard your lot , hope brightens with a smile ; Bids emulation other lands explore . And poverty at home bewail no more .