5 When smitten, as with fire from heaven, The captive's chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just. 804. L. M. Miss Weston. "'Tis good to be merciful." 1 'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, Crushed down by Slavery's iron hand, And feel, while numbering o'er their woes, Strength for the just and true to stand. 2 'Tis good and true to say to those, Who claim a right in human kind, "Mercy and Justice are your foes, And they shall certain triumph find." 3 'Tis good--'tis blessed, to say to all, "Arise, to help the wretched slave, Upon your God for courage call, And in his strength go forth and save." 4 Lord! this is what we seek to do; Grant us thy grace to do it well; Help us thy glory to pursue, And of thy promises to tell. 805. P. M. H. Ware, Jr. The Progress of Freedom. 1 Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day; When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway. 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong, And freedom's morning bar? 3 The hour of triumph comes apace, The fated, promised hour, When earth upon a ransomed race Her bounteous gifts shall shower. Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell! Bid high thy sacred banner swell! Let trump on trump the triumph tell Of Heaven's redeeming power. 806. 6s. & 10s. M. Milton, Gardner, and Dwight. Peace. 1 No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around,-- No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2 No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love he came, And gentle was the reign, Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 3 Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 4 The peaceful conqueror goes, And triumphs o'er his foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit Submissive at his feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. 807. 6s. & 4s. M. E. Davis.