Ye've run a race of glory here below, Such as no rolls of hist'ry can display;―― Have held o'er Freedom's land a gentle sway, Have seen its prosp'rous tide unceasing flow, And now, retir'd, a welcome peace ye know. Methinks ye calmly smile,――as well ye may,―― At those, who mingle in the public fray, O'erwhelm'd by cares, that no repose allow. Ye've run your race of honor, and full soon The darkness of the grave will close the scene; And after death your Judge will weigh your ways. My heart desires for you the blessed boon, That, ransom'd by the blood outpour'd for sin, Ye run th' immortal race of heav'nly praise! 14. THE WAY OF SALVATION. If we with conscious guilt and humble shame Our sins confess to God and deep deplore, Resolv'd his holy laws to break no more, For pardon trusting in his Son's great name, Whose wondrous love brought him to bear our blame; Then let a rush of troubles whelm us o'er, As stormful billows dash upon the shore,―― E'n dying, we in peace may each exclaim,―― "My spirit into life doth die away, And my poor body shall now rest in hope, Awaiting with the sav'd the rising day, When at the trumpet's blast each grave shall ope, And in the likeness of Christ's body I Shall share in glory endless in the sky!" 15. THE OVERTHROW OF POPERY. An angel rais'd a stone as millstone great, And cast it in the sea, and loudly cried―― "Thus shall great Bab'lon perish in her pride, No fragment left of her once glorious state!" Down sank the stone beneath the wave; when straight The earth, by guilt o'erburden'd, heav'd her side, And down the city fell in ruin wide, And naught was seen of walls, that tower'd so late. "Alas, that city great!" Cry mighty kings, Whose sceptres had sustain'd her bigot sway, While she by sorc'ries propp'd their tyrant throne. While swells her smoke, as of burnt-offerings, Standing afar, through fear, they mournful say―― "Alas! that mighty city, BABYLON!" 16. THE FALL OF BABYLON. Her shorn, and cowl'd, and mitred merchants weep, Since perishes with her their gainful trade Of long indulgencies, for silver weigh'd, Pledg'd from sad purgatory souls to keep,―― Of holy water, oil, and relics cheap, As blood, tears, rags, and bones in grave-yard laid, Of crosses, roods, and forms for Mary made, Of beads and bulls, and various wares a heap; Of idols, masses, pray'rs, and souls of men, By sale of which they liv'd in indolence, And laugh'd while their poor cred'lous dupes did groan. Seeing her smoke afar, they cry again,―― "Alas for all her lost magnificence! Fall'n is that proud, great city, BABYLON!" 17. THE SCOFFERS AT THE BIBLE.