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Would he lie and sing to his sweet harp
By Kedron's brook, and Jordan's wave
To stray the star by night, the sun
His guide by day :—such his employ-
My first-born is the Lord's. Stately Eliab.
With the mighty? And shall he lead
And Samuel said unto Jesse,"Send and fetch him."
The old man stood apart. Meekly
He stood yielding his all to God.
Seven goodly sons had passed before the Lord,
Men of high worth and great renown,
Of princely race, noble in countenance,
Of stature tall, and worthy each and all to fill a throne.
Yet one by one the prophet had rejected.
Why grow the furrows in that aged brow
Old age? Yes! thou hast watched him long,
Has been a green prop to thy yielding age:
The youth with bounding step
The Spirit was upon him.
"Father," he said, "behold the Lord's anointed!
Father! why tremblest thou? the staff
Will not yet be removed of thine old age.
Often thou yet shall see his winning smile,
Philadelphia, 6th Mo. 25th, 1838.
THE SENSE OF DUTY.
THERE is one principle of the soul, which makes all men essentially equal, which places all on a level as to means of happiness, which may place in the first rank of human beings those who are the most depressed in worldly condition, and which, therefore, gives the most depressed a title to interest and respect. I refer to the sense of duty, to the power of discerning and doing right, to the moral and religious principle, to the inward monitor which speaks in the name of God, to the capacity of virtue or excellence.
This is the great gift of God. We can conceive no greater. In seraph and archangel, we can conceive no higher energy than the power of virtue, or the power of forming themselves after the will and perfections of God.