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Great Sassacus fled from the eastern shores,
Where the sun first shines, and the great sea roars,
For the white men came from the world afar.
And their fury burnt like the bison star.

His sannops were slain by their thunder's power.
And his children fell like the star-eyed flower;
His wigwams were burnt by the white man's flame,
And the home of his youth has a stranger name —

His ancestor once was our countryman's foe,
And the arrow was plac'd in the new-strung bow,
The wild deer ranged through the forest free,

The great Pacific railway,
For California hail!
Bring on the locomotive,
Lay down the iron rail;
Across the rolling prairies
By steam we're bound to go,
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Through New Mexico,
The railroad cars are coming, humming
Through New Mexico.

The little dogs in dog-town
Will wag each little tail;
They'll think that something's coming
A-riding on a rail.
The rattlesnake will show its fangs,
The owl tu-whit, tu-who,
The railroad cars are coming, humming

Great nature is an army gay,
Resistless marching on its way;
I hear the bugles clear and sweet,
I hear the tread of million feet.
— Across the plain I see it pour;
It tramples down the waving grass;
Within the echoing mountain-pass
I hear a thousand cannon roar.
— It swarms within my garden gate;
My deepest well it drinketh dry.
It doth not rest; it doth not wait;
By night and day it sweepeth by;
Ceaseless it marcheth by my door;
It heeds me not, though I implore.
I know not whence it comes, nor where

Great Jack of Lent, clad in a robe of air,
Threw mountains higher than Alcides' beard:
Whilst Pancras Church, arm'd with a sapphire blade,
Began to reason on the business thus:
Ye squand'ring Troglodites of Amsterdam,
How long shall Cerberus a tapster be?
What if stout Ajax lay with Proserpine,
Must men leave eating powder'd beef for that?
For in the Commentaries of Tower Ditch
A fat stew'd bawd hath been a dish of state.
Will you forbid a man to pick his teeth,
Cause Brutus with a sword did slay himself?

Great is the tumult of men's anger grown,
Of hate exalted and of love defiled;
But hark, on gentle airs from Bethlehem blown,
Rise clear the tender accents of a Child!

A little Child — and yet the voice of dread
Is stilled, greed shamed as wrath and envy are:
Hate's sword is sheathed; the tyrant bows his head,
As sudden on earth's darkness streams a star!

Great is the tumult of men's anger grown,
— Of hate exalted and of love defiled;
But hark, on gentle airs from Bethlehem blown,

Great heart, who taught thee so to dye?
Death yielding thee the victory?
Where took'st thou leave of life? if there,
How couldst thou be so freed from feare?
But sure thou dy'st and quit'st the state
Of flesh and blood before thy fate.
Else what a miracle were wrought,
To triumph both in flesh and thought?
I saw in every stander by,
Pale death, life onely in thine eye:
Th' example that thou left'st was then,
We look for when thou dy'st agen.
Farewell, truth shall thy story say,
We dy'd, thou onely liv'dst that day.

The great gold apples of night
Hang from the street's long bough
Dripping their light
On the faces that drift below,
On the faces that drift and blow
Down the night-time, out of sight
In the wind's sad sough.

The ripeness of these apples of night
Distilling over me
Makes sickening the white
Ghost-flux of faces that hie
Them endlessly, endlessly by
Without meaning or reason why
They ever should be.

Greate God: within whose symple essence, wee
nothyng but that, which ys thy self can fynde:
when on thyself thou dydd'st reflect thy mynde,
thy thought was God, which tooke the forme of thee:
And when this God thus borne, thou lov'st, & hee
lov'd thee agayne, with passion of lyke kynde,
(as lovers syghes, which meete, become one wynde,)
both breath'd one spryght of aequall deitye.
Aeternall father, whence theis twoe do come
and wil'st the tytle of my father have,
and heavenly knowledge in my mynde engrave,

1. Great God, the followers of thy Son, We bow be-
2. O grant thy blessing here today! O give thy
fore thy mercy seat, To worship thee, the
people joy and peace! The tokens of thy
Holy One, And pour our wishes at thy feet.
love display, And favor that shall never cease.

3. We seek the truth which Jesus brought;
His path of light we long to tread.
Here be his holy doctrines taught,
And here their purest influence shed.

4. May faith and hope and love abound;
Our sins and errors be forgiven;

Meditation 1

Great God, how short's mans time; each minute speaks
He is but dust, and that his Vessel leaks.
Each moment of my momenta[r]y time,
Does plainly tell me 'tis not mine, but thine.
He gives me time to live, and verily
Ere long I shall have likewise time to dye.

Meditation 2

After the time of Life is ended, then
Oh there's Another Time for sons of men;
A great ETERNITY will surely come,
Of blessed Happiness, or cursed Doom.
Lord, grant I may be one of those that may