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SARAH JOSEPHA HALE. 143

Oh! when those nations perish'd,
No Saviour's name was known,
No brother's love was cherish'd --
No Christian kindness shown;
Now, where's the heart so frozen
But feels the Gospel ray?
And we, as Freedom's chosen,
Should lead in Mercy's way.

As gentle dews, distilling,
Cause wither'd plants to live,
So Love, her work fulfilling,
Her alms and prayers must give;
Till China's millions, breaking 
From sin's dark bonds, arise,
Like death to life awaking,
When Christ descends the skies!

As early flowers, unspringing,
Proclaim the opening year,
So love and hope are bringing
The day of promise near; --
Each tear by pity given,
Each mite in faith bestow'd,
Makes earth more like to heaven,
Where all is done for God.

THE POWER OF MUSIC.

WHEN Orpheus struck his burning lyre,
Mute Nature caught creative fire,
Rough stones obey'd the swelling sound,
In mystic measure moved around,
Till, polish'd by the harmony,
The finish'd structure, grand and free,
Rose like the star that heralds day,
To show Man's Mind its work and way!