THE SOWER.

See, full of hope, thou trustest to the earth
The golden seed, and waitest till the spring
Summons the buried to a happier birth;
But in Time's furrow duly scattering,
Think'st thou, how deeds by wisdom sown may be,
Silently ripen'd for Eternity?

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THE MERCHANT.

Where sails the ship?--It leads the Tyrian forth
For the rich amber of the liberal North.
Be kind ye seas--winds lend your gentlest wing,
May in each creek, sweet wells restoring spring!--
To you, ye gods, belong the Merchant!--o'er
The waves, his sails the wide world's goods explore;
And, all the while, wherever waft the gales,
The wide world's good sails with him as he sails!

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COLUMBUS.

Steer on, bold Sailor--Wit may mock thy soul that sees the land,