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LEGGETT'S MONUMENT.

“ YE build the tombs of the prophets."-HOLY WRIT,

Yes-pile the marble o'er him! It is well
That ye who mocked him in his long stern strile,

And planted in the pathway of his life
The ploughshares of your batred hot from hell,

Who clamored down the bold reformer when
He pleaded for his captive fellow-men,
Who spurned him in the market-place, and sought

Within thy walls, St. Tammany, to bind In party chains the free and honest thought,

The angel utterance of an upright mind, — Well is it now that o'er his grave ye raise The stony tribute of your tardy praise, For not alone that pile shall tell to Fame Of the brave heart beneath, but of the builders'

shame!

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IN WAR TIME.

TO

SAMUEL E. SEWALL

AND

HARRIET W. SEWALL,

OF MELROSE.

Olor ISCANUS queries : “Why should we
Vex at the land's ridiculous miserie ? ”
So on his Usk banks, in the blood-red dawn
Of England's civil strife, did careless Vaughan
Beinock his times. O friends of many years !
Though faith and trust are stronger than our fears,
And the signs promise peace with liberty,
Not thus we trifle with our country's tears
And sweat of agony.

The future's gain
Is certain as God's truth; but, meanwhile, pain
Is bitter and tears are salt: our voices take
A sober tone; our very household songs
Are heavy with a nation's griefs and wrongs;
And innocent mirth is chastened for the sake
Of the brave hearts that nevermore shall beat,
The
eyes

that smile no more, the unreturning feet !

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