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Poem, on Athens.


"Here where wild Fancy wondrous fictons drew
And kne to worship till she thought them true
Here, IN the paths which baneful error ,rod.
ihe great Apostle preach'd the Unknown Con-
Silent the crowd were liushd for his the eve
Winch power controls not, sin cannot defy;
ts the tall stature and the lifted hand
AND me hx'd countenance of grave command;
And his the voice which, heard but once will sink
So deep into the hearts of those that think.
That they may live till years and years are gone,
And never lose echo of its tone
Yet, when the voice had ceasd, a clamor rose.
And mingled clamor rung from friends and foes.
The threat was mutter'd, and the CALLING gibe,
by each pale Sophist and his paItry tribe;
The naughty Stole pass'd in gloomy state,
The heartless Cynic scowpd his groveinp hate.
And the soft Gardens rose encircled child
SmPd unbelef, and shudder'd as he snipd.
Paul tranquil stood, for he had heard--could hear.
blame and reproach with untroubled ear
Ger his broad forehead visibly were wroupht
The dark deep lines Of courage and of thought:
And II the colour from his cheek was fled,
Us paleness spoke no passion, and no dread.
The meek endurance and the seadfast will.
The patent nerve that suffers and is still
ihe humble faith that bends to meet the rod.
And the strong hope that turns from man to Cod
Az these were his and his firm heart was set
lie Knew the hour must come--but was not vet !,