f gold!
Neck and lip, but as one beam,
It laughs like a sun-beam.
And even the scutcheon, clear graven, shall tell
That the art of a master has fashion'd the Bell!

Come in--come in
My merry men--we'll form a ring
The new-born labour christening;
And "CONCORD" we will name her!--
To union may her heart-felt call
In brother-love attune us all!
May she the destined glory win
For which the master sought to frame her--
Aloft--(all earth's existence under,)
In blue-pavilion'd heaven afar
To dwell--the Neighbour of the Thunder,
The Borderer of the Star!
Be hers above a voice to raise
Like those bright hosts in yonder sphere,
Who, while they move, their Maker praise,
And lead around the wreathed year!
To solemn and eternal things
We dedicate her lips sublime!--
To fan--as hourly on she swings
The silent plumes of Time!--
No pulse--no heart--no feeling hers!
She lends the warning voice to Fate;
And still companions, while she stirs,
The changes of the Human State!
So may she teach us, as her tone
But now so mighty, melts away--
That earth no life which earth has known
From the Last Silence can delay!

Slowly now the cords upheave her!
From her earth-grave soars the Bell;
Mid the airs of Heaven we leave her
In the Music-Realm to dwell!
Up--upwards--yet raise--
She has risen--she sways.
Fair Bell to our city bode joy and increase,
And oh, may thy first sound be hallow'd to--PEACE![44]

[43] The translation adheres to the original, in forsaking the
rhyme in these lines and some others.

[44] Written in the time of French war.

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VOTIVE TABLETS.

What the God taught me--what, through life, my friend
And aid hath been,
With pious hand, and grateful, I suspend
The temple walls within.

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THE GOOD AND THE BEAUTIFUL.

Foster the Good, and thou shalt tend the Flower
Already sown on earth;--
Foster the Beautiful, and every hour
Thou call'st new flowers to birth!

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TO ----.

Give me that which thou know'st--I'll receive and attend;--
But thou giv'st me _thyself_--pri'thee spare me, my friend.

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