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Led through the desart to the promis'd land ;-
chains, The glorious peal of freedom and of joy!
Did ever law of man a power like this. Display ? power marvellous as merciful, Which, tho' in other ordinances still Most plainly seen, is yet but little mark'd For what it truly is,-a miracle !
down, and when thou risest up. Thou shalt say unto thy son, We were Pharaoh's bondmen in Egypt; and the Lord brought us out of Egypt with a mighty hand.”-Deut. vi. 6.
Stupendous, ever new, perform’d at once
What strong mysterious links enchain the heart
With rind of silken touch, to the rough elm : The three gray stones that mark'd where heroes
lay, Mourn’d by the harp, mourn’d by the melting voice Of Cona, oft his resting-place had been: Oft had they told him that his home was near : The tinkle of the rill, the murmuring So gentle of the brook, the torrent's rusli, The cataract's din, the ocean's distant roar, The echo's answer to his foot or voice, All spoke a language which he understood, All warn’d him of his way. But most he feels Upon the hallow'd morn, the sadd’ning change : No more he hears the gladsome village bell Ring the blest summons to the house of God; And,- for the voice of psalms, loud, solemn,
That cheer'd his darkling path, as with slow step
What tho' the cluster'd vine there hardly tempts The traveller's hand; tho’birds of dazzling plume Perch on the loaded boughs;—"Give me thy
woods, (Exclaims the banish'd man,) thy barren woods, Poor ScoTLAND; sweeter there the redd’ning haw, The sloe, or rowan's * bitter bunch, than here The purple grape; more dear the redbreast's note, That mourns the fading year in Scotia’s vales, Than Philomel's, where spring is ever new; More dear to me the redbreast's sober suit,