Upon the darkened nations? From its beams

The mist of error flies, the angry waves

Of passion, which so long have vexed the world,

Are hushed to rest; controlled by Him who rose

From tranquil sleep, and to the roaring waste

Of midnight waters, mustering all their wrath,

Said, "Peace, be still." The howling winds obeyed,

And silence sank upon the storm-tossed main!—

Oh look to Him! and to his glorious word.

His universal sovereignty demands

That deep devotion of the heart which men

Miscall enthusiasm!—Zeal alone deserves

The name of madness in a worldly cause.

Light misdirected ever leads astray;

But hope inspired by faith will guide to heaven!

To win the laurel wreath the soldier fights;

To free his native land the patriot bleeds;

And to secure his crown the martyr dies!

For beauteous Rachel Isaac's son endured

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