II.

Ha!-when insult hisses near,

Or scorn drops hemlock on the ear,
Or fraud has triumph'd over right,
Or gentleness is mock'd by might,

Or only, worth is seen unprized,
Or only, honour goes despised,
Then in a whirlwind chafes along

The soul beneath a Sense of Wrong.

III.

Yes,-Patriot of a race downtrod;

Yes, Martyr for a slander'd GOD;

Yes, Man of large and liberal mind Wroth with the meanness of mankind;

Yes, all who love the lovely still,

And hate the vile with right good will;

Your hearts can echo to my song,

And ache beneath the Sense of Wrong!

The Sense of Right.

CALM in well-deserving,

Happy at the heart,

Duty does his part

Stedfast and unswerving.

How should it affect him

If some mocking-birds

Clamour at his words,

Or the world neglect him?

Conscience is the treasure

Lock'd within his breast,

What were all the rest

To that inner pleasure?

Brother, sunk in sorrow,

Find thy balm within,

To-day a comfort win

Before the heavenly Morrow.

Feed upon this blessing

Though thy path be rough,

Let it be enough

Such a grace possessing:

And when wrongs come near thee

Crowding to the fight,

Let the Sense of Right

Make thee strong and cheer thee!

What we all feel.

AH! Life, so purposeless yet steep'd in self,
I do confess thee, yea I do condemn thee,
So pack'd with pleasure, or so plann'd for pelf,
I do denounce thee, yea I do contemn thee.

Ah! Life, so changeful, yet so dull and tame,

I dread and doubt thee, while I must despise thee,

So lotteried, and still so blank the same,

I wait and hope, despairing while I prize thee.

Ah! Life,-be better; yet thou hast no crime

Thus to abjure, for still thy will is worthy; Only thou weepest for the flight of time, And that thou art too useless and too earthy.

Ah! Life, enduringly I watch and wait; Winter is patient, till the day be lengthen'd, And well-ripe fruit, delay'd but not too late,

Comes of a root by frosty sorrow strengthen❜d.