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62 Unheard, unanswering, and opprest, When to your sad and earth-bow'd eyes, Shall such another friend arise? With zeal to save your exil'd throng, With breast indignant at their wrong? When shall such smile of heavenly birth Beam kindly by your cabin-hearth? Or when such voice of angel-strain Breathe pitying o'er your souls again?

Genius the dazzled eye may blind, And mystic Science awe mankind, And patriot faith, and hoary time, From history win the meed sublime, But thou,—whose loss on distant shores, Bereav'd Benevolence deplores, A fame like thine, so pure, so deep, Earth's tablet is too frail to keep, And the proud worldling's vision gay, Too dull its semblance to survey. Oh! honor'd more than speech can tell, True Servant of the Cross!—Farewell!

Readers and Friends!—a new-born Year Inspires for you, the wish sincere; May Heaven's unmeasur'd bounty bless With health, and peace, and happiness, A cheerful hearth, a fire-side friend When Winter's wrathful storms descend, A pious joy when green-rob'd Spring And Summer suns their offerings bring, A grateful heart 'mid Autumn's store, Till seasons change for you no more.