1846.



CHANNING.

The last time I saw Dr. Channing was in the summer of 1841, when,
in company with my English friend, Joseph Sturge, so well known for
his philanthropic labors and liberal political opinions, I visited
him in his summer residence in Rhode Island. In recalling the
impressions of that visit, it can scarcely be necessary to say,
that I have no reference to the peculiar religious opinions of a
man whose life, beautifully and truly manifested above the
atmosphere of sect, is now the world's common legacy.

Not vainly did old poets tell,
Nor vainly did old genius paint
God's great and crowning miracle,
The hero and the saint!

For even in a faithless day
Can we our sainted ones discern;
And feel, while with them on the way,
Our hearts within us burn.

And thus the common tongue and pen
Which, world-wide, echo Channing's fame,
As one of Heaven's anointed men,
Have sanctified his name.