P s ■ WL RWAfWakW R ft "' n A " hf^h.y^m^^ Mm- ^/^^.aA. 1 a * JM,;w^m^i^ ill ■ww; ■ AAa'aAAA: ^AlV f\^P\K h A l WHifiW***' NvOwi* ^A^^^l v a*a< >r .M M fifafiW' tf> »w^''t«E^ '■B - aSa? .tiSfitf^ »Aa/VN P^^P^r^^W „^t^. ,n - ,aWA ^^, A , ZAfl aiftfta?i Mij&MfipW :5«W A A ft/V^ -O'aWaaA.'Aa s»w ' wmmwM%^ c x/l /6^ THE SHEPHERD OF THE WISSAHICKOK OTHER POEMS. JAMES 'MOORE, M.D., AUTHOR OF £HE KIMELIAD, HISTORY OF THE GREAT REBELLION, KILPATRICK AND OUR CAVALRY, Etc., Etc. PHILADELPHIA j 1871. 75 24-2,<) Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1870, By JAMES MOORE, M. D., In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. MY EXCELLENT FRIEND, law** &. partttt, <&%%» THIS WORK, INTENDED TO FURTHER THE CAUSE OF TRUTH, VIRTUE, AND PIETY, IS APPROPRIATELY DEDICATED AS A MARK OF AFFECTIONATE ESTEEM, §M \%t %\\\lm. Philadelphia, Dec. 1870. TO THE READER. o*J In joy or pain, in ecstasy and bliss, Or far from happiness be forced to sever For deeds in short probation done amiss. But spirits disembodied seldom turning From where they dwell by human eyes are seen, While lamp of mortal life is found yet burning, "Like angel's visits, few and far between." Nor if they come can they e'er cast a semblance Like shadow from a substance, on the walls, Though to our fancy it has such resemblance, While fleeting shadow on our fancy falls. Smith. Forebodings came upon me with much force That now in age extreme my time has come, That I have almost run my mortal course And soon shall take my flight to heavenly home, 50 The lawyer soon my testament and will In legal form will frame, and then at ease I resting for a space may after fill Some vacancy still left ; and close 1113^ eyes in peace. (Exit Juliette.] (Enter Laivyer.) Lawyer. I've come as you directed and made all The changes suiting to those interested. I'll read the will ; if then you wish I'll call Such witnesses as make it well attested. (Reads and has it signed.) Smith. You have succeeded and all is well done. We soon must part, for my career is o'er, Please ring the bell, and call to me my son ! Lawyer. He comes himself and now is at the door. (Enter Edward.) Edward. Dear father, how I see your strength is failing What can we do to render you some aid ? 51 Smith. Your wish, my son, and aid are unavailing, The icy hand of death cannot be staid. Our friend the lawyer now ray will has made, You'll see all right, he still has been my friend; And as life's progress cannot be dela}ut let you know the happiness I feel Long ere the light gives way to deepening shade ; Li one word then I felt that I was blessed, You know the cause and thus you know the rest. Mrs Smith. 'Tis from our Heavenly Father's bounteous hand That all these lavish blessings ceaseless flow ; 'Tis His to grant and His to give command That all should cease and mortals grieve below. For heaven upon earth we cannot find, Our purest pleasures still must have alloy, This earth can't fill the soul nor yet the mind. The infinite' we seek for sated joy. Then let our gratitude from faithful hearts At morn and even a sacrifice arise, And let us labor still to heal the smarts Of those who drew a blank instead of priz3 , 65 Thousands within the bounds of this great cit} r , Are weak or poor, or helpless, or are sick, Mankind neglect them, or for want of pity, Or sheer indifference ; thus their woes are thick. Mankind forget when (iod his favors showers, 'Tis to dispense, alleviating pain, And God intends the utmost of our powers For good be spent that none may just complain. Enter Nursery- Maid. Nursery-Maid. Madam, excuse my haste, the child is ill, All sudden seized, and while engaged in play ; It seems like croup, but may not be, and still I thought to run at once, as he was well all day. Edward. Here, John, run call the doctor! let him come With hottest haste and drive the carriage round ; And if he chance to be away from home, Then let another quickly here be found. My love ! let's go and see the boy at once. And try that the complaint maj 7 not advance. {Enter Doctor.) Doctor. Where is the patient ? ah ! the case case is serious But hope the best, and we the best will do ; But to be frank, such ease is oft precarious, Though we all means must use, and quickly, too. I'll give this powder, which but seldom fails, Unless where too confirmed disease prevails. Edward. I like your frankness, doctor ; I had rather Know best and worse at once, without suspense. Mrs. Smith. A mother, though more timid than a father, Can bear as much, if so the Lord dispense. Doctor. I'm happy, madam, to assure } t ou now, That all the danger suddenly has passed ; The powder was effectual, and I vow I'm overjoy etl to find him safe at last; For we must own our art sometimes too poor, In cases sudden due relief to secure. Edavard. We're grateful, doctor, for your prompt attention, As you must go, we wont detain you now ; We'll try to aid your views, and often mention Your great success ; take litis any how. Exit Doctor.) 67 My dear, in this I learn a lesson new, One that has taught me more than all has done, How God in making the great Covenant new, Did not withhold, but freely gave His Son. {Enter Evangelist.) Evangelist. 1 n coming here I heard the child was ill, But now I find the self-same child is well, The doctor carried out high Heaven's will, And gratitude does all our bosoms swell. M} 7 wife will soon be here ; we made a call To see a poor, sick dying saint to-night, Who never more may see us on this ball, Another sphere she'll see ere morning light. {Enter Mrs. Evangelist.) Mrs. Evangelist. 1 thought as coming here, what time has wrought Within a few brief years; what may be hence From now, was also somewhat in my thought, But all in care of gracious Provide uce. You all, like me are happy, I confess That holy wedlock though not free from sorrow, Has great advantages and much may bless True hearts that are content and hope can borrow. 68 For hope is friend to man in every state, And often cheers him in a low condition, Is uncontrolled in all our mortal fate, And unconfined by circumstance or station. Mrs. Smith. You still were hopeful, happy sister, you Are wont, as angel, hope still to inspire, You suit the sphere you move in, kind and true, You point the drooping to a courage higher. A higher hope, a better world than this, A hope in life and death, for rich and poor, The Christian hope so full of endless bliss, The due reward of faithful souls secure. Thus happy you do good by influence given From highest source and best that we can know, And labor souls to qualify for heaven, By faith and works made manifest below. PHILADELPHIA. A POEM. Hail, Philadelphia ! city of the free, The patriot's heart will ever turn to thee ; From every land and country, every clime, Till in th' eternal sea rolls the full tide of time. In early youth, though far beyond the sea, My ardent breast beat high with thought of thee, As, marking careful th' historic page, — The faithful record of thy infant age, — I rapturous viewed the promise of thy spring, Whose buds and blossoms the ripe fruit did bring, That nations thrilled with ecstasy to see. As fairest on the tree of liberty. The Indian once roamed in thy happy shades, Thy forests unsubdued, thy watery glades,— Skimmed o'er thy rivers in his light canoe, Thy noble Delaware and Schuylkill, too ; And, gliding swift in each romantic scene That crowned the banks with living evergreen, (69) 70 And formed festooned the ever cool arcade Where songsters warbled, darkling in the shade, And blooming flowers exhaled a sweet perfume From deep recesses and dark wooded gloom. Where scarce the sun could dart a single ray "Midst tangled thickets hidden to the day. The children of the forest loved to stray By Wissahickon, and the live long day Would witness in its scenes so grand and wild The untiring gambols of the savage child, While peals of laughter boisterous rang out And echo loved to spread each merry shout. The cheerful song the red man oft would raise. In cadence mournful oft would hum the praise Of some departed chief in battle slain — ■ Lost to the tribe, ne'er to return again ; In council sage no more to lift his voice Or lead in strife the warriors of his choice. The war-whoop fierce now gone he hears no more, Resting in death beside the lonely shore, Where dancing and the song for him must cease, And in commotion's self he rests in peace. When noble Penn appeared in peaceful guise, His gentle mien struck with a sweet surprise Tli 1 untuor'd red man, drawn by cords of love Towards this meek follower of the Lord above. Who, far from courts and pomp beheld the race As fellow men, and, having once found grace, n Was well content with man to take his share, And act with justice, when the same was rare. Oh ! what a lesson to mankind was taught, Of dealing fair, and what a work was wrought By him, at once the father and the friend Of red men poor, rewarded in the end. When Pennsylvania yielded to his sway And willing hearts the master mind obey. Founder of that vast Commonwealth grown great, And destined to become the " Keystone State," Whose rich resources, mines and ores are found In great profusion treasured, and abound In quantities so huge that no compute Can put the question quite beyond dispute, Or tell, howe'er consumption's ratio tend, That nature's bounties e'er shall have an end, Or wealth exhausted, can be found no more, Howe'er her caverned depths we may explore. In Kensington the visitor may see The simple site where stood the " Treaty Tree" Where Penn, in equity, a compact made With Indians 'neath its pleasant, friendly shade, Which in this day all men should imitate, Who love fair justice, which is truly great. Penn rests in peace, the Indians are gone — The tree's no more, to mark the place, a stone— i But that transaction stands in bold relief, And of the lessons taught this is the chief, 12 And shines as beacon from a holy hill, That Philadelphians act with justice still, And Pennsylvania ever shall have cause To love her Penn, her institutions, laws. Thus, when the colonies with large increase Grew great and potent, fostered by sweet peace, Development was here more rapid found Than in the sister colonies around. A happy people prospered ; arts were spread. And manufacture rose; fair science led in Penn's loved city, proudly led the van, And Franklin gave the lightning to man For daily use, the message swift to send Around the sphere in circle without; end, Through savage wilds and ocean's stormy flood The omniscient power — an attribute of God, And space and time to science forced to yield, Left man, tho' feeble, master of the held, Flashed o'er th' obedient wire intelligence, That quick as thought bore messages from hence. Franklin " de coelo fuknen eripuit,"' it is said, Which means the lightning from the sky he led. To wrest the tyrant's rod, this, too, was his, By which is meant u sceptrumque tyrannis/ 1 A simple slab points out the resting place Of one, the lasting wonder of his race, AVhose patent genius in his day was found. The wonder of the world, and still renowned; 73 His name with pride will never be forgot, Though this is often but the common lot. City renowned! my steps with reverence fall, And wake thy echoes, Independence Hall, Where patriots met to dare the tyrant's frown, And pull oppression's stately fabric down ; Whose joyous bell rang forth the tidings grand- " Let liberty prevail throughout the land." And tyrant's power be in the dust laid low, Prostrate beneath the patriot's ready blow, Till freedom reigns unshackled o'er the world, And each oppressor in the dust is hurl'd. Oh ! venerable pile, my thoughts in thee Were of thy sons, and of sweet liberty ; And it may be, I love thee even more Because my natal place was Erin's shore. Within thy sacred precincts I inspired That love of liberty which my heart fired, And sent me over many a bloody plain On which the nation's foes in heaps were slain, And ardent patriots for their country bled, Or fell no more to rise but from the dead, When power Divine awakes the scattered dust Of those who in the powerful Saviour trust. When in thy sacred precincts rose the tread Of armed men by ready patriots led, And all the Square was full of volunteers In arms, to dry away their country's tears, 74 And save the Union for posterity — My ardent heart beat high for liberty ; And, leaving home with all its objects dear, I followed far in freedom's bright career — Bled in the sacred cause and gave a sample Of such devotion as I found example In those who periled life the land to save, Alike prepared for victory or the grave. Within thy peaceful shade I linger still ; What thoughts sublime do yet my spirit fill — A nation disenthralled, the slave set free, And bondmen tasting sweets of liberty ! — A nation happy, smiling through her tears, And loving hands to dry Columbia's tears, Which grant, kiid Heaven, may never fall again ; For if they drop 'twill be like copious rain, Whose floods, is freshets, may sweep all away — The house, the home, the husbandman and hay, And with wide ruin, baleful and accursed Destroy each hope by the forefathers nursed — Uproot of liberty the sacred tree, And plunge the world in unknown misery. Seven hundred thousand souls swell th' amount Of those who dwell within the common count; Enlarged and vast the city seems to rise Upon the admiring view, and with surprise 75 The stranger sees the stately, solemn mien Of denizens whose very gait, I ween, Proclaims the sturdy, quiet, independent state Impressed by days of old, and Penn, the great. Thus, too, the merchant is both frank and free. Upright and honest in his dealing ; he Regards all subterfuge with haughty scorn, And stooped to nothing mean since he was born. Dissimulation he regards a vice — With dealing fair he holds a fixed price, And honorable, just, the bargain strikes With candor, which the veriest stranger likes. Thus reputation high each merchant gains, A character he carefully sustains. Precision strict prevails, e'en in the streets So prim and neat — the one the other meets At fair right angles, which the town divide — With shaded walks by trees on every side, While in the midst the rapid car rolls on, By stately horses o'er the pavement drawn ; Smooth on the iron rails it easy glides, And passengers are borne by easy rides On business, errands, pleasure, as may be, And land at destined points, conveniently. THE SONGSTRESS. o*Xo I wandered through the forest glade, With pensive thought and aching head. And heart overcome with grief; But as I sadly moved along, A tuneful warbler raised the song, The thick green foliage all among, And brought a sweet relief. So full of melody each note — So sweet it trilled from tuneful throat And filled my ravished ear, I paused, and in deep silence stood Alone amid the lonely wood, While music poured its ceaseless flood And made me breathless hear. The simple, sweet, and tuneful lay, That moved my heart so potently Was from a gentle bird ; Whose early efforts seemed to raise Its song in the Creator's praise, The sweetest notes e'er heard. And as I lingered near the spot. My spirit soothed, my grief forgot, I longed the bird to see ; And, turning round soon chanced to spy The elder bird on wing pass by And perch upon a tree. With quickening pulse and moving near I held my breath with very fear The young bird should have flown ; But, quickly to my sweet surprise It rose to my admiring eyes And higher perched alone. Then I beheld its beauty fair, Admiring gazed on plumage rare, And marked its every grace ; Its lovely head and brilliant eye, Its feathers of a varied dye, Most beauteous of its race. My wandering steps I then turned home, But often to the grove did roam Again to hear the song ; My moody mind was purified, My spirit cheered what might might betide, My weakness was made strong. The bird I loved, of cheerful lay, And lovely form, and plumage gay, Whose notes my spirit charmed, 78 It saw me oft and tamer grew. Nor would its airy flight pursue For fear it should be harmed ; Xow Heaven the pretty bird defend, And ma}^ it never want a friend, Or fall into a snare ; And as in time it finds a mate, May bliss and happiness await The comforts of the pairing state, So oft a state of care. TO JAMES LONG, Esq. oMXo Through Kensington I passed the other day, And 'mid the scenes that met my onward way, Your spacious factory loomed up right in view, And while I mused my thoughts recurred to } r ou. While busy hands industriously engage, My brain conceives what well may fill a page, Nor does the rapid shuttle quicker run Than works my mind when musing is begun. My thought a web more subtle far can weave, Than any looms your noisy factories have, Nor can your engine far exceed in power My active force, though creature of an hour ; And when your works and webs consume in dust To wear a costlier fabric is my trust ; Yea, while your house and warehouse perish too, A more enduring scene waits me and you. That I myself put first is the first time, You'd be preferred as just, but for my rhyme ; But poets, all concede, may well make free, Andoise yourself or friends, James, Kent, Santee, (79) 80 Whose spacious store, well stocked, is very ample, Themselves of courtesy a pleasing sample, And which invites the South and Western trade To purchase in our mart, where money's made; For Freedley proves that buyer here can find At lower price, the goods to suit his mind. But, as I said, while thinking much of you, My memory told me of a friend most true ; Of one whose prosperous days had higher aim Than wealth or honors, or than worldly fame, Which forward looked, in blessing to mankind, The cause to aid that disenthrals the mind ; That leads the weary wanderer back to God, And sets his feet upon the heavenly road. And, as I thought on this, the prayer went forth That all might full appreciate the worth, Which, with no stinted hand, doth still dispense, Its thousands in the true beneficence That builds the temple to Jehovah's praise, And read} 7 helps the glorious work of grace. To such ou earth be every blessing given, And may it meet a due reward in heaven ! MaAaA A'.AiA0A»*AAA 1 * * A . A * A / %WtfWw „ AA . v- A A . A T AAA ' a $^Aa%^ *A*A A. A' . • • AAi .a^a^Ma* « .,/ !'M««^ •AW ■AAnA«KA*/\:. iAAA^Aa/\AA»aaA, \WU ,/v' ^:VW TV lAMMfiH ' AAHaKv aA 1 aa k*fshhMhhrf^^-MM'-*nb 3WKra*«* ^^p» >AA,Aa a A AAA AAA, /A AP' 'M . 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