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Justice and Equity.

O arm me with the mind,

Saviour, that was in thee!

And let my knowing zeal be joined
With perfect charity.

With calm and tempered zeal
Let me enforce thy call;
And vindicate thy gracious will,
Which offers life to all.

O may I love like thee!
In all thy footsteps tread!
Thou hatest all iniquity,
But nothing thou hast made.

O may I learn the art,

With meekness to reprove!
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.

Justice and Equity.

XOVI.

WATTS.

COME, let us search our ways and see ;

Have they been just and right?

Is the great rule of equity

Our practice and delight?

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Justice and Equity.

What we would have our neighbor do,

Have we still done the same?

From others ne'er withheld the due,
Which we from others claim?

The Slaves.

Lo! where to yon plantation drooping goes
A sable herd of human kind; while near
Stalks a pale despot, and around him throws

The scourge, that wakes, that punishes the tear.

O'er the far beach the mournful murmur strays,
And joins the rude yell of the tumbling tide,

As faint they labor in the solar blaze,

To feed the luxury of wealth and pride !

And there are men, who, leaning on the laws,
What they have purchased, claim a right to hold.
Cursed be the tenure, cursed its cruel cause;

Freedom's a dearer property than gold!

And there are men, with shameless front have said
That nature formed the negroes for disgrace;
That on their limbs, subjection is displayed;
The doom of slavery stamped upon their face.'

Send your stern gaze from Lapland to the line,
And every region's natives fairly scan,
Their forms, their force, their faculties combine,
And own the vast variety of man!

Justice and Equity.

Have we not, deaf to his request,

Turned from another's wo?

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The scorn, which wrings the poor man's breast. Have we abhorred to show?

Do we, in all we sell or buy,
Integrity maintain ;

And knowing God is always nigh,
Renounce unrighteous gain?

Then why suppose yourselves the chosen few,
To deal oppression's poisoned arrows round;
To gall with iron bonds, the weaker crew,

Enforce the labor, and inflict the wound?

"T is sordid interest guides you. Bent on gain,
In profit only can ye reason find;

And pleasure too; but urge no more in vain,
The selfish subject, to the social mind.

Ah! how can he, whose daily lot is grief,
Whose mind is vilified beneath the rod,

Suppose his Maker has for him relief?

Can he believe the tongue that speaks of God?

For when he sees the partner of his heart,
And his loved daughters, torn by lust away,

His sons, the poor inheritors of smart

Had he religion, think ye, he could pray ?

Alas! he steals him from the lonesome shed,

What time moist mindnight blows her venomed breath,

And musing, how he long has toiled and bled,
Drinks the dire balsam of consoling death!

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Justice and Equity.

Then may we raise our fervent prayer
To God, the just and kind,
May humbly cast on him our care,
And hope his grace to find.

Haste, haste, ye winds, on swiftest pinions fly,
Ere from this world of misery he go,

Tell him, his wrongs bedew a nation's eye,
Tell him, Columbia blushes for his woe!

Say, that in future Negroes shall be blest,
Ranked e'en as men, and men's just rights enjoy;
Be neither sold, nor purchased, nor opprest,
No grief shall wither, and no stripes destroy!

Say that fair Freedom bends her holy flight
To cheer the infant, and console the sire;
So shall he, wondering, prove, at last, delight,
And in a throb of extacy expire.

Whenever the author's name is not prefixed, it is because I have been unable to ascertain it. The above verses were selected from the American Preceptor, a school book which has passed through sixty-one editions in New England. A blessing on the unseen sower of this good seed so widely scattered!-M. W. C.

Our Country is the World.

XCVII.

EXERT thy power, thy rights maintain, Insulted, everlasting King!

The influence of thy law increase, And strangers to thy footstool bring.

Washington's Statue.

FELICIA HEMANS.

Yes, rear thy guardian Hero's form
On thy proud soil, thou Western World!
A watcher through each sign of storm,
O'er Freedom's flag unfurled.

There, as before a shrine to bow,
Bid thy true sons their children lead;
The language of that noble brow

For all things good shall plead.

The spirit reared in truth and right,
The Virtue born of Home and Hearth,
There calmly throned, a holy light

Shall pour o'er chainless earth.

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