And how different would have been our inward emotions! Instead of “calm thoughts regular as infant’s breath,” we should have experienced a tumultuous rapture, a demoniac triumph, an uneasy and restless joy, a trembling pride, a satisfaction with the present embittered by fears for the future. Now we rejoice with cheerful consciences. No “coming events cast their shadows before” to cloud the horizon of hope. We look upon a cloudless firmament above us and around us. We are indeed proud of the task which has been accomplished; but ours is a pride unmixed with any baser emotion—a pride honorable to humanity. Ah, how much more glorious is this than a victory! It is a sight to make the old young—a sight worthy of perpetual commemoration. It will be always recollected. We shall tell it to our children’s children. From time to time our authors shall write of it—so that it may always live in the memory of the age. II.—ON A BIBLE. Could this outside beholden be To cost and cunning equally, Or were it such as might suffice The luxury of curious eyes— Yet would I have my dearest look Not on the cover, but the Book. If thou art merry, here are airs; If melancholy, here are prayers; If studious, here are those things writ Which may deserve thy ablest wit; If hungry, here is food divine; If thirsty, Nectar, Heavenly wine. Read then, but first thyself prepare To read with zeal and mark with care; And when thou read’st what here is writ, Let thy best practice second it; So twice each precept read shall be, First in the Book, and next in thee. Much reading may thy spirits wrong, Refresh them therefore with a song; And, that thy music praise may merit, Sing David’s Psalms with David’s spirit, That, as thy voice doth pierce men’s ears, So shall thy prayers and vows the spheres. Thus read, thus sing, and then to thee The very earth a Heaven shall be; If thus thou readest, thou shalt find A private Heaven within thy mind, And, singing thus, before thou die Thou sing’st thy part to those on high.