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 tranquillity, consolation, unanimity, and love to all mankind, 
 including the present as well as the future ; and eternal welfare 
 of the universe. Combining Scriptural Argumentations in favor 
 of that cheerful and most delightful eclat, which man so much 
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 experiments, which were designed for man alone, as will in these 
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 tendency, — to harmonize the broad expauce of intellect, which 
 past all dispute is a boon most valuable beneath the sun ; and 
 what beyond remains alike suspended on the deeds of man. 
 The proper management of which will, according to Divine Au- 
 thority, greatly accelerate the long-wished for day, when peace 
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 finest feelings of a world renewed in love ! / 
 
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 W R I G H T'S POEMS 
 
 MAN WAS NEVER MADE TO MOURN. 
 
 STANZA J. 
 
 t'ould He who made the sun to shine 
 On Eai'th's opaque and dreary spot, 
 
 Forbid that pleasui'e should be mine, 
 To see, and then enjoy it not? 
 
 Ah, no ! I cant indulge in this, 
 
 One moment's thought convinces me 
 
 That the Supreme can't do amiss : 
 His ways in harmony agree. 
 
 If the re\ierse, dark chaos would 
 HaA e been the spot prefix'd to man, 
 
 'There monraing, then, he never could 
 The subject of Gods bounty i^cazi.
 
 10 weight's poems. 
 
 Here, now, behold, witli with brilliant eye ! 
 
 Not with indignity, tho' stem. 
 And ascertain the reason why. 
 
 Brave Man was never made to Mourn. 
 
 In time, the finite creature may 
 
 Progi'ession make, and always learn 
 
 In wisdom thus : and truly say 
 
 That Man was never made to Mourn. 
 
 Now every thing that heart can wish 
 He has and yet he's discontent : 
 
 He calls, and want's another dish. 
 Because his steps are evil bent. 
 
 But now, let these take fresh direction, 
 Feet shod with Gospel preparation ; 
 
 'Twill shew the fruit of good correction, 
 And cause Content in every station. 
 
 To say that Man was made to Mourn, 
 By the All-wise — it chills my blood ! 
 
 Let each a nobler lesson learn, 
 So easy to be understood. 
 
 Man wants some tangibility, 
 
 To demonstrate by occular ; 
 The tryune unanimity, 
 
 And trace it in the secular.'^
 
 Wright's poems. H 
 
 Now, Prove by this, that these must fade 
 
 Or thus, in conflagration burn. 
 Man's vital spark was never made ! 
 
 Then tell me how Man's made to Mourn '? 
 
 'Tis said that Man was made to Mourn, 
 And spend his time and strength below ; 
 
 Yea, never have one joyful turn, 
 Nor yet to live himself to know ! 
 
 I want to known who made him thus — 
 
 So wretched and forlorn to be ! 
 With mind half-ruin'd by a curse. 
 
 Affecting all the world, and me. 
 
 Can man presiune God's bolts to cast. 
 And mark unbounded mighty power, 
 
 By epithet, that man was lost, 
 
 And vengeance on his Maker shower ? 
 
 Nay, stay thy bolts, thou thinking part, , 
 
 And now on equilibrium shine ; 
 Here prove that man with feeling heart 
 
 Can draw the equitorial line. 
 
 By love immortal dare to try, 
 
 And let thy zeal with ardour burn ; 
 
 The powers of earth and hell defy, 
 
 To prove that Man was made to Mourn.
 
 J 2 Wright's poem?. 
 
 By Nature only, this I'll prove — 
 And make it absolutely clear ; 
 
 That here the true main-spring is love, 
 Impell'd by motive quite sincere. 
 
 Could He who fills immensity, 
 Creating all things by his nod ; 
 
 Thus, have this vile propensity — 
 To act unworthy of a God V 
 
 No I Man, to whom the same belongs,, 
 He only can attribute that ; 
 
 Who sits the day inventing wrong, 
 And rues he on the subject sat. 
 
 His business now he'll strive to mind, 
 And see all right at every turn ; 
 
 Then search, and in the same hell find 
 That Man, w^as never made to Mourn ! 
 
 Behold ! how Nature's garden teems 
 With fi'uit luxuriant all around, — 
 
 A Paradise on earth it seems. 
 
 With sweets arising from the ground. 
 
 For man, the daring creature man 
 T' enjoy, whose zeal should ever burn 
 
 In ardour, when he sees the plan ; 
 
 Mark ! Man was never made to Mourn.
 
 ' WRfGHT's rOEMS. 1 v5 
 
 {^ouvince me I mind with years shall fail, 
 
 ( )r be by endless ages worn ; 
 Till then, youi* object can't prevail, 
 
 Nor prove, that Man was made to Mourn, 
 
 We may through Christ who raised him high, 
 Shine as the Cherubs bi'illiant burn : 
 
 Augmenting bliss, Til tell you why ! 
 IJravp Man, was never made to Mourn. 
 
 STANZA II. 
 
 Would Man, the master-piece of God, 
 Have had his image stamped thereon, 
 
 And that to perish 'neath the sod? 
 No ! Man w^as never made to Monrn. 
 
 And shall his beautious placid smile 
 In love and ardent lustre burn. 
 
 Only to lavish here awhile. 
 
 And then in lamentations mourn ? 
 
 Absurd, ridiculous, the thought ! 
 
 That free Beneficence could turn. 
 And dash his creature, man, to nought, 
 
 Or cause his better part to mourn.
 
 14 Wright's poems. 
 
 He this far hence for me to think 
 That God would be so rudely stern. 
 
 Vain thought ! in deep oblivion sink ; 
 For Man was never made to Mourn. 
 
 What can my long experience give 
 To prove him right in every turn ; 
 
 Who wills man should in Comfort live ; 
 For he, was ne'er design'd to mourn. 
 
 ►See, the provision He hath made 
 For us ! well stored in Nature's urn. 
 
 The light, the heat, the cooling shade. 
 Shew, Man was never made to mourn. 
 
 The sun for heat, the moon for light. 
 Are given each one in their turn ; 
 
 To rule the day, and cheer the night, 
 Mark ! Man was never made to mourn. 
 
 Fruits are in rich abundance spread. 
 Or strung for us at every turn ; 
 
 Man is his choice on boimties fed, 
 
 God ne'er design'd that man should mourn. 
 
 Companions each may have, to suit 
 Their inclination, — hei'e we learn. 
 
 From whom may spring such lovely fruit 
 As never was design'd to mourn.
 
 Wright's poems. 15 
 
 The universal Churcli of Christ, 
 
 This lovely, lasting lesson learn ; 
 Who, on himself doth ever feast, 
 
 Rejoicing, never more to mourn. 
 
 True reconciliation proves 
 
 The gemy, golden, crystal urn, 
 Wherein this lasting treasure moves 
 
 Which tells me, man need never mourn. 
 
 Unless for sin, at his own will : 
 The act of which, shall cause the turn. 
 
 And bid the passion's rage be still ! 
 
 Thus proving, man 's not made to mourn. 
 
 He, is pronounced blessed now. 
 
 Who will but this small lesson learn ; 
 
 Only unto Jehovah bow, 
 
 Then shall he thus, rejoicing mouni. 
 
 Our ransom, Christ did truly buy, 
 AVhen rocks were rent, asunder torn. 
 
 And tho' at times we have to sigh, 
 Man never was design'd to mourn. 
 
 *o' 
 
 The flowery paths whereon I walk, 
 And feel their gKst'ning lustre bum ; 
 
 Forbids my tongue in idle talk 
 
 To say, that man was made to mourn.
 
 16 Wright's poems. 
 
 This thoine, in time, must have an end, 
 And all may now its purport learn, 
 
 Of him who is the Moui'ner's friend, 
 
 Who ne'er design'd that man should mourn. 
 
 THE TREE OF BENEVOLENCE. 
 
 Acts of Benevolence, I find, 
 Are germs of Christian love, 
 
 Which has its seat in heart or mind, 
 Its origin above. 
 
 Be it well known, this sterling fact. 
 Proves man so like his Maker, 
 
 That by its rules, each ought to act 
 As they have been partaker ! 
 
 This Tree ! no hand on earth can foil, 
 
 Its root is at the top ; 
 ■"Tis not a plant of Nature's soil. 
 
 Yet stoops the world to prop. 
 
 'Twill grow and overspread all land?, 
 Stretching from pole to pole ! 
 
 Its fruit the lowliest commands — 
 Embosom'd in the soul.
 
 Wright's poems. IT 
 
 Behold it bud and blossom fair ! 
 
 So splendid is its hue : 
 SalubrioTxs in her native air, 
 
 And droops the honey dew. 
 
 Benevolence — the boon of Heaven I 
 
 Eacli sold hath got a portion ; 
 And this to man was freely given, 
 
 To use with proper caution. 
 
 Benevolence — in \a ord and deed — 
 
 Points to an object there ! 
 Then runs Avith eager steps to feed, 
 
 With bread, and earnest prayer. 
 
 Now this, is the design that we 
 
 Ai-e met together for ; 
 United let our efforts be, 
 
 To make a generous stir. 
 
 Thus, man assimulates his God, 
 
 Striving with good intent, 
 Hereby avert the pending rod, 
 
 Which waits the evil bent. 
 
 Benevolence — is held so pure, 
 
 Without it, nothings just. 
 Beyond all time it shall endure, 
 
 Let none betray their trust.
 
 1^ Wright's poems. 
 
 Benevolence doth stamp on man, 
 
 A dignity unknown ; 
 Unbounded love with pleasure ran, 
 
 To make the same your own. 
 
 , Then claim it now, as yours it must 
 In time or never be ; 
 When used well, 'twill never rust, 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 But shine beyond the stars on high. 
 Far brighter than the sun ! 
 
 The reason is, I'll tell you why, 
 Because it there begun. 
 
 Benevolence — let each maintain. 
 Rejoice ye little band ! 
 
 The interest with the smn you gain. 
 Stretch forth the liberal hand. 
 
 THE FRUITS OF BENEVOLENCE. 
 
 Benevolence produces this 
 
 Delicious luxury ; 
 A present, and eternal bliss, 
 
 And nought can be more free !
 
 ■WKIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 The major part I strive to tell, 
 And stretch my utmost thought : 
 
 The very instant Adam fell, 
 Benevolence him caught. 
 
 And then applied the healing balm ! 
 
 To that most awM wound ; 
 Which set mankind into alarm. 
 
 And cm-st their native ground. 
 
 Benevolence, a scheme devis'd. 
 
 To cancel all the deed ; 
 Yea, Heaven itseK was quite surprised ! 
 
 To hear of woman's seed. 
 
 Wisdom alone the secret knew 
 
 Of that unique affair ; 
 The splendour of that golden screw, 
 
 Embodied in the heir. 
 
 Of all the woi'ld, both bond and free' — 
 His right commands the whole : 
 
 From shore to shore, from sea to sea. 
 Stretching ft-om pole to pole. 
 
 Benevolence — a vast unknown, 
 
 In full extent to be ! 
 A nd where its smallest seeds are sown, 
 
 Proofs are, there is a Tree. 
 
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 20 Wright's poems. 
 
 From whence the good of which we boast. 
 As our most rightful claim ; 
 
 And often give the cheer, or toast 
 To grace our splendid name. 
 
 Fruits do in rich abundance grow, 
 
 And all partake of these ; 
 Then let the most fastidious know 
 
 God strives the same to please. 
 
 Mark ! seeds may grow to plants in timet 
 And plants spring up to trees ; 
 
 Located in a healthful clime, 
 Wafted by heaven's breeze. 
 
 IJenevolcnce is not in man, 
 To claim as his own right ; 
 
 For this would mar our Author's plan, 
 And all our prospects blight. 
 
 We have the principle within. 
 And that was freely given ; 
 
 For us to master every sin, 
 And claim a seat in heaven. 
 
 Then never let us boast of what, 
 The world could never make ; 
 
 But let our boasting be of that, 
 For Jesu's precious sake.
 
 WRIGIirS POEMS. '21 
 
 Benevolence — in Comfort now, 
 
 We must enjoy while here ; 
 And then her plants will thrive and grow, 
 
 And none be in the rear. 
 
 As Cedars tall in Lebanon, 
 
 These lovely Trees shall stand ! 
 
 When from this stage of life we're gone, 
 T' appear at God's right hand. 
 
 For evermore enjoying Avhat, 
 
 We cannot now conceive ; 
 Fruits precious, in fair Canaan's port, 
 
 To those who do believe. 
 
 A shorter nor a better plan. 
 
 Could all the world devise ; 
 Than that which God hath laid for man, 
 
 That all may gain the prize. 
 
 A CANTATA ON BENEVOLENCE. 
 
 Wherein is man the image of 
 
 The brightest star that ever shone ? 
 
 'Tis this. Benevolence or love, 
 Which did for him atone !
 
 "22 Wright's poems. 
 
 The naked clothe, the hungiy feed, 
 The starving soul receive ; 
 
 And visit such in time of need, 
 The destitute relieve. 
 
 This God-like principle may we 
 In practise here make known ; 
 
 That British subjects may be free, 
 And claim it as their own. 
 
 Our duty and our interest too, 
 
 Are link'd together close ; 
 And one will make the other grow, 
 
 But neither grow by force. 
 
 Unanimous be every soul 
 
 Tn magnanimity ; 
 Then each shall drink the crystal bowl 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 Where we shall feast on splendid store, 
 
 Compos'd of pui'est love ; 
 Nor shall Ave thirst, or hunger more, 
 
 In that bright world above.
 
 Wright's poems. 23. 
 
 ON DEPRECATING PHRENOLOGY. 
 
 The subject of Anatomy, 
 
 Is too sublime for man ; 
 To ridicule Phrenology, 
 
 When neither he can scan. 
 Far better let these things alone, 
 
 Than either one abuse ; 
 But learn for what himself was born, 
 
 And then that lesson use. 
 Wisdom consists in this degree 
 
 Of Man's acquirement ; 
 As he is now an agent fi-ee ! 
 
 To choose his own content. 
 PhiUippick minds may never soar, 
 
 On eagle's wings to rise ; 
 Where knowledge is for evermore, 
 
 Held sacred to the wise. 
 
 WORKING ON THE SABBATH. 
 
 Will daring man pi-esume to say, 
 
 And do as he may list, 
 To work the live-long Sabbath day. 
 
 And strike God vnth his fist?
 
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 WKIGHT S POEMS. 
 
 When man's uplifted puny arm, 
 
 Dares him to do his worst, 
 Think on the woe I cannot name, 
 
 Wherewith he now is curs'd. 
 Let this suffice to counsel thee. 
 
 But use thy own self-will ; 
 Against thee in the end shall be 
 
 A desperate awful bill. 
 Now take encouragement, and say- 
 
 I will some Comfort have, 
 And spend this holy Sabbath day 
 
 For that beyond the grave. 
 
 THE NEW JERUSALEM ENJOYED. 
 
 On Jordan's banks I boldly stand. 
 And view the lovely Promis'd Land ; 
 
 Fair Canaan is the spot for me. 
 Where I can with my Saviour be. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Come my friends and go with me, 
 The New Jerusalem to see. 
 
 Comfort we shall then enjoy, 
 
 And nothing shall our peace destroy. 
 Harmonious sounds salute the ear. 
 
 Of those, who get their passage clear. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
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 Wright's poems. 25 
 
 These bodies shall immortal rise 
 
 From all contempt, and claim their prize, 
 United by the hand Divine, 
 
 A nd in his glory ever shine. 
 Chonis, «S:c. 
 
 Garments unspotted each shall wear. 
 
 In regions of salubi-ious air ; 
 A 11 of one heart, and mind, and will, 
 
 And Jesus shall the banquet fill. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 A FIRST-RATE PUBLIC SPEECH, 
 
 Miide m the Towu Hall, Middlesbro'. 
 
 TERMINATING IN THE PET. 
 
 Hark ye ! said one, who lik'd to sound 
 The trumpet of self-praise ; 
 
 I care for none, to none I'm boimd, 
 I ne'er had better days. 
 
 Tho' twenty years ago, forsooth, 
 
 No hat, or shoes to feet. 
 Had I, when shipwrecked but a youth. 
 
 And then no friend to meet. 
 
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 wkight's poems. 
 
 I'xonomy and labour may 
 
 Possess my mind in truth ; 
 These hands have wrought since that dark day 
 
 To satisfy ray mouth. 
 
 A carping disposition some 
 
 May manifest to me ; 
 Care I for that base hollow drum ? 
 
 However loud it be. 
 
 A thousand pounds do I possess, 
 
 Then I will do my duty, 
 To help the needful in distress, 
 
 And ornament my beauty. 
 
 This shews my disposition grand, 
 
 I like to lift a neighbom* ; 
 A nd give to all a friendly hand, 
 
 No matter, drunk or sober. 
 
 A gentleman, on coming near 
 
 Tlie entry where I stood, 
 A shilling gave to me, it 's here, 
 
 To buy the needy food. 
 
 Twelve loaves of bread — with smiling phiz 
 
 'Twill get— I'll do my duty ! 
 Then throw it down, and there it is, 
 
 Says he, it is a beauty.
 
 Wright's poems. 27 
 
 Here's sixpence more, a lady gave, 
 
 My subject now to close ; 
 She came right up with spirit brave. 
 
 To aid a lovely cause. 
 
 l>ut now, I would advise you folk, 
 
 To use both hands, and head ; 
 And then my money, nor my talk, 
 
 You'll need to get your bread. 
 
 Now what d'ye think to that my friends ? 
 
 I've made a noble speech ! 
 I'^or where the same with money ends, 
 
 A man may always preach. 
 
 An egotistic mode some have. 
 
 To suit their inclination ; 
 And think themselves so wonderous brave, 
 
 In this exalted station. 
 
 • 'erhaps you may excuse him here, 
 
 As he's subject to that, 
 And may be in some doubt, and fear. 
 
 He'd lose again his hat. 
 
 Then if his brains be in the same. 
 
 With vessel on the ocean. 
 And Neptune bury all his fame, 
 
 He's lost a noble portion.
 
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 Wright's poems. 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 Your passions vile and strong subdue, 
 
 Maintain a lasting calm ; 
 Or shortly you'll have cause to rue — 
 
 That these were foster'd wann. 
 
 No fuel add unto the flame, 
 
 In fury now to rise! 
 For this will mar a lovely name, 
 
 And prove you ought but wise. 
 
 Mark ! passions of the mind are grand, 
 When reason is their guide ! 
 
 She holds them in her sole command, 
 And stems the current tide. 
 
 Abrasion by sterility. 
 
 Volition of the will. 
 May spoil the man's utility, 
 
 And leave him shipwreck'd still.
 
 weight's poems. 29 
 
 A COMPLICATED DISEASE 
 
 Mark ! here's a radical cure for the same, 
 
 Prepared by tbe Facuity, 
 
 Viz., oue hirge Bohis, and one small Pill 
 
 To be carefully taken fasting. 
 
 And a cordial draught prescribed by the Phtsiciajt, 
 
 The Bill Is. 6d. paid in priority. 
 
 By two friends of the Benevolent Society. 
 
 Diseases often come through want — 
 
 Of paying due attention, 
 In youth, unto the tender plant, 
 
 To guard againt desention: 
 
 Sorry enough I feel to state 
 
 Some principals of old, 
 Tho' hetrodox, and bound in fate. 
 
 Mankind have bought and sold. 
 
 To Patients who are sick and wan, 
 
 As some are found by grief, 
 The Doctors try their wisest plan, 
 
 T'administer relief. 
 
 One now steps up, and feels the pulse 
 
 Of body, or of mind, 
 Says he, " the system's in convulse. 
 
 Of Egotistic kind."
 
 30 weight's poems. 
 
 A Bolus then so large and bitter^ 
 AVas given througli a Biill, 
 
 Whicli set the patient in a twitter, 
 He could not bear the smell. 
 
 >So other plans of course were us'd, 
 To make the storm a calm ; 
 
 The whole of which he now refus'd,. 
 And left his seat quite warm. 
 
 I^hysician then prescription WTOte, 
 
 A cure for the pet ; 
 As in the same the man was caught, 
 
 I'm glad a friend he's met. 
 
 To shew I'm in a friendly state, 
 The case I cannot smother ; 
 
 [f this small pill don't operate, 
 I'll make him up another. 
 
 This cordial should at once go down, 
 A draught of cold spring water ; 
 
 No doubt your stomach's filthy grown,, 
 By drmking too much porter. 
 
 Now Baxter's works I've truly read, 
 And Wesley's Physic too ; 
 
 To cure disease of heart and head, 
 And make the man anew..
 
 Wright's poem?. ZX 
 
 If those who bear the name as yet, 
 
 Would contemplate the same, 
 They'd never march off in the pet, 
 
 But honour still the name. 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 When Men of sense can not agree, 
 
 Yea, Priests and Doctors too ! 
 How can the vague and vulgar see, 
 
 What's right for them to do ? 
 Opinion's vary as the wind, 
 
 And oft confounded are. 
 When this is felt ! fair reason's blind,. 
 
 Our passions are at war. 
 
 A GOOD OLD MAXIM FOR ALL MANKIND 
 
 TO GET EID OF THE PET, IN TWO PAETS, 
 STANZA I. ; 
 
 While moving along, in the Vortex of pleasure, 
 
 I'm anxious to grasp at a flower ! 
 Thats worth more by half, than the whole of my 
 
 treasure, 
 Tho' its beauty may fade in an hour.
 
 32, weight's poems. 
 
 If tliis be the case, that one moment will measure,. 
 
 Th'enjoj'ment I have with my jewel ; 
 The smooth hand of time in the midst of the seizure,. 
 
 To me, bears a mark of the cruel. 
 
 Ijife, void of enjoyment, is nothing to me ! 
 
 The whole is now not worth a groat ; 
 Unless in the midst I've a heart full of glee ! 
 
 I'd better be nothing as aught. 
 
 I view at a distance the object of which, 
 
 I ardently long for and toil ; 
 Yea, oft through the day, would pull the long stitch,. 
 
 Or deeply be digging the soil. 
 
 Here labouring so hard and nothing to get, 
 But what the most indolent have ; 
 
 T'would drive the industrious home in the pet ! 
 To think he is worse than a slave. 
 
 ]?ut this is a fact, in the midst of the whole ! 
 
 Which only increases the smart ; 
 Instead of a lift, I'm blest with a fall. 
 
 That wounds the poor sensitive heart. 
 
 Such things as are stated, perplex'd me awhile,. 
 Till I found all the world was a cheat ; 
 
 Then on its big blunders, I often would smile. 
 And tread them down under my feet.,
 
 Wright's poems. 3ii 
 
 You may judge giving way, will not do at all, 
 
 But stand the test firm as a rock, 
 So that wanting a smile, you hav't at a call, 
 
 And hold in your bosom the stock. 
 
 What a fashion is this, so much now in vogue. 
 
 To depend on the weak and infirm. 
 Where honesty strives to be in with a rogue. 
 
 And measure a calm by a storm. 
 
 Hence a ponderous weight hangs over the mind. 
 
 And weakens the physical powers ; 
 The eyes of the head are as if they were blind. 
 
 And all this disaster is vours. 
 
 Far away be the pressure, that's none of your owni 
 
 You tug, and you pull at the oar ; 
 While many that see you, wont have it be known. 
 
 So long as you land them on shore. 
 
 Where they can be safe, from the danger and harm, 
 That may rise from the billows of life ; 
 
 And have themselves seated so snug and so warm, 
 By the side of their Children and Wife. 
 
 All is well, if those see ; that these have a right 
 
 To a share, who labour and toil ; 
 Then strive to promote the same with their might, 
 
 And grant them the fruit of the soil.
 
 34 Wright's poems. 
 
 This is just what they need to help them to labour, 
 And give them content in their station ; 
 
 A heart that is clean and a head that is sober, 
 To own and esteem their relation. 
 
 Now think of the matter and drop me the thought 
 That I may improve on the same ; 
 
 Then my subject I guess will not be for nought, 
 ft happen may raise you to fame. 
 
 Good bye for the present ! I must move on my way, 
 
 The sky is now low'ring for rain ; 
 If the weather be fair and a fine summer's day ; 
 
 I trust then to meet you again. 
 
 STANZA ir. 
 ON TI-IE PET OR THE SETTLING POINT. 
 
 Lovely summer has come and the day is so fine, 
 
 In the which I proposed to meet 
 The friendly, whose heart is as open as mine ; 
 
 With pleasure each other to gi-eet. 
 
 You're aware the pettish can never enjoy, 
 
 What nature unfolds to the eye ; 
 The vile mopish passion will ever destroy, 
 
 ^11 beauty that riches can buy.
 
 Wright's poems. 35 
 
 1 f this be a truth which cannot gainsay ! 
 
 Then listen to me a short while ; 
 As the season is fine and a beautiful day, 
 
 I think I can bring you to smile. 
 
 Now what would jon say if I'd all to my self, 
 
 That man upon earth could enjoy ! 
 The gold. and the silver, with meat on the shelf. 
 
 And a sweet little darling my toy. 
 
 In addition thereto have a garden so grand, 
 
 Abounding with flowers and fruit ; 
 With music attendance, and all at command. 
 
 Do ye think that these pleasures would suit ? 
 
 No, not so ! the mopish, and pettish inclined, 
 
 He can't see a beauty in these. 
 He has all but just lost the power of mind, 
 
 Existing himself for to tease ; 
 
 We'll Grant him smart Horses and Foxes to hunt 
 With Fowls of the air for to shoot ; 
 
 These only contribute fine feelings to blunt, 
 He'll find he has nothing to boot ; 
 
 All this sort of thing is but pettish indeed. 
 For man to depend on as pleasure ; 
 
 Wherein is no item the mind for to feed. 
 That gasps for a permaiient treasure.
 
 36 Wright's poems. 
 
 While living let us, look abroad a wee bit, 
 And view all the beauties around ; 
 
 And not like the pet in a corner to sit, 
 Nor yet with the sensual found. 
 
 Behold the fair pictm*e of Nature, behold ! 
 
 The brilliance of Sol in the sky ; 
 Whose rays are all ting'd with a lustre of gold, 
 
 Mid the zephyrs of summer that fly. 
 
 View, 3'on canopy splendid, without seam or join, 
 
 That covers all nature below ! 
 From thence cast your vision direct to the point, 
 
 Of whom it is wisdom to know. 
 
 Who form'd all the stars and planets that move, 
 
 And each in successional spheres ; 
 Equal order maintain, below and above, 
 
 So perfect for thousands of years. 
 
 Yea, the elements mighty, their office maintain, 
 
 And all for the use of our race ; 
 To the end of the world, the same shall remain. 
 
 So permanent, fix'd in their place. 
 
 The wide-spreading seas, and rivers that flow. 
 
 And ebb by lunar attraction ; 
 Grand mutual display, of wisdom to know — 
 
 Their offices void of distraction.
 
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 On earth, see the carpet of green that is spread ! 
 
 Bedeck'd with spontaneous flower?, 
 l^ach nods to its centre, then lifts up its head, 
 
 And says to mankind, I am yours. 
 
 See the imiverse wide, so far beyond reach, 
 And mark the grasshoppers within ! 
 
 The whole it contains, this lesson may teach, 
 Man alone is the subject of sin. 
 
 But why hang his head, when redemption is nigh, 
 The Saviour beholds the lost sheep ; 
 
 Lead me to the rock, that is higher than I, 
 And in its embraces to keep : 
 
 ■^Jeholding its beauties wherever I roam. 
 
 Close follow my leader Divine ; 
 Then wanderings in future, shall not be from home. 
 
 The family blessings are mine. 
 
 With fruits in abundance that spring from the 
 ground, 
 
 All these then ! are blessed to man. 
 The goodness of God, in the midst doth abound, 
 
 In wisdom conducting the plan : 
 
 Whereby in subservance, each to his will, 
 May answer the end of the same ;
 
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 In till! scheme of redemption the whole to fulfil, 
 .\ii(i lioiioiir the Saviour's name. 
 
 Through this fleeting life, with immortal in verge, 
 
 The rise and the progres of which 
 Should engage our attention, and constantly urge 
 
 Us, mortals in life to be such. 
 
 The immortal begins, Avhere immortality ends. 
 
 In unity, body and soul ; 
 The Saint then in harmony ! loveliness blends, — 
 
 Her voice in the midst of the whole. 
 
 There in ecstatic joy, his soul shall delight, 
 Where nothing that's pettish is known ; 
 
 But all shall be pleasant, each countenance bright, 
 Enjoying for ever their own. 
 
 DEPENDENCE ON A BREEZE. 
 
 One evening as I wander'd forth 
 
 On Banks of River Tees ; 
 I fancied all that I was worth, 
 
 Depended on a breeze. 
 
 As my good man was foi'eign bound, 
 With raanufactur'd store ;
 
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 So wistfully I look'd arouud, 
 Thinking he'd laud no more. 
 
 Far off he's gone, and driven by, 
 
 Such mighty winds as blow ; 
 I look'd anon mth tearful e3''e, 
 
 And fain to him would go. 
 
 The father of my children dear, 
 
 May never reach his home ; 
 Oh ! happy could I have him here, 
 
 No more from us to roam. 
 
 These thoughts now cross'd my heaving breast, 
 
 Mid passions rage within ; 
 My mind thereby was much distress'd. 
 
 Nor could me comfort win. 
 
 Then hope sprung up, thus to relieve, 
 
 The troubles of my mind ; 
 And told me that I might deceive, 
 
 Myself and children kind. 
 
 Waft ! Waft ! ye breezes fill the sails. 
 And drive the vessel hence ; 
 
 With pleasant trading lovely gales. 
 He'll soon arrive from thence.
 
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 1 hope with vessel richly stor'd, 
 Tlius, make a good return ; 
 
 And in our port, be safely moor'd, 
 I'd never fret and mourn ! 
 
 Considering- he who holds the wind, 
 
 So firm within his fist ; 
 Is to his creatures ever kind. 
 
 And wills them to be bless'd. 
 
 Why should I grieve when storms arise. 
 
 And mighty billows rage L 
 His Avonderous power the world defies ! 
 
 Who did for us engage. 
 
 And those subservient to his will, 
 
 Shall ever rest secure ; 
 He bids the raging seas be still ! 
 
 Whose word doth yet endure. 
 
 And shall throughout the length of days. 
 When rocks, and mountains fall ; 
 
 Wia. ! oceans dry, and natm-e pays, 
 Full tribute to his call. 
 
 The husband, wife, and children dear, 
 Were out of nothing spoke ; 
 
 And rais'd by love the most sincere. 
 In flowery paths to walk.
 
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 Which lead mankind direct to God, 
 
 There Captain and their guide ; 
 Attend the dictates of his word, 
 
 He surely will provide. 
 
 If I should never see that face, 
 
 Again on Britons Isle, 
 Time cannot from my mind erase ; 
 
 His placid lovely smile. 
 
 My bosom heaves — I cannot tell 
 
 The feelings of my heart ; 
 But shall we meet where all is well, 
 
 Never again to part ? 
 
 Yes, when cross'd the river Jordon we,. 
 
 Shall meet to part no more ; 
 And in the sweetest harmony, 
 
 Land safe on Caanan's shore. 
 
 Together, where enjoyment grows, 
 
 Beyond the swelling seas ; 
 Tho' here each blast of wind that blows. 
 
 Is but a heavenly breeze — 
 
 To waft us on, through time apace, 
 
 That each and all with pleasure ; 
 May thus secui*e through Jesus gi*ace, 
 
 At home a lasting treasure.
 
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 A PANEGYRIC ON POET BURNS. 
 
 AN ADDRESS. 
 
 Well, brother Bard, tho' thou art gone 
 
 Far off this stage of life, 
 Kin Pilgrims yet are travelling on, 
 
 Through this vain world of strife. 
 
 We write or scribble in the march, 
 
 And blunder on to find, 
 Tho' often bet while in the search 
 
 Of peace unto the mind. 
 
 These things I much admire in thee, 
 
 Thy independant turns ; 
 Ah ! would that all mankind were free. 
 
 And sheen as Robert Burns. 
 
 Contented tho' in low estate, 
 
 Thou seems as ever blest ; 
 From Nature and the Muse create 
 
 Sweet pleasm-es in thy breast. 
 
 Then up to Nature's God would look. 
 To welcome him their guide ; 
 
 Tho' poverty be in the nook, 
 He surely will provide.
 
 WKIGIIT S POEMS. 
 
 Thy writings shew to me thy state, 
 And time which thou hast spent ; 
 
 That man may strive to mend his fate, 
 By good- will and content. 
 
 But never grieve, and sob, and say. 
 
 The time is ill bestowed ! 
 And mis-improved, or cast away, 
 
 Those right who 're best best endow'd ? 
 
 The moral lessons thou hast taught 
 
 Man culls to his own taste ; 
 As bounding full the same are fraught, 
 
 And cannot run to waste. 
 
 Be these inductive of content. 
 For which mankind are sti-iving. 
 
 Though all the powers of mind are bent, 
 Themselves are only driving. 
 
 Thy subject Man was made to mourn, 
 
 Still proves a mastei-'s pen. 
 So handled that each may learn, 
 
 A lesson, worthy man. 
 
 Tho' sure enough man has to mourn, 
 
 But would he only think, 
 And over-leaf once make the turn, 
 He'd break the mourning link. 
 
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 I see tliy intimation given, 
 
 Of youthful time mis-spent, 
 By which mankind are often driven — 
 
 To mourn, repine, and want. 
 
 Ourselves, we ought to blame, not others. 
 
 For ills that us befall ; 
 Though we are apt to tax our brothers, 
 
 And not ourselves at all. 
 
 Yet, this taxation comes at length. 
 Right home, Avith might and main ; 
 
 But from the charge, just gather'd strength, 
 For penalties and pain. 
 
 Man often brings on man a curse, 
 When he has lost protection ; 
 
 Which makes the evil ten-fold worse. 
 And needs the more connection. 
 
 With thee, Scotch bard, I acqtdescc. 
 
 And recognise thee such ; 
 To help a brother in distress, 
 
 We cannot do too much. 
 
 Thus, man to man would prove so kind 
 
 The other sex would be — 
 Wrapt up in love, no wit behind. 
 
 And all in harmony.
 
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 Splendid example this, for those — 
 
 Who're offspring of the same ; 
 But now mjr subject here must close, 
 
 They're worth a Christian name. 
 
 And thou, I trust in high estate, 
 
 Where names and titles cease, 
 Art landed safe through heaven's gate, 
 
 T'enjoy a lasting peace. 
 
 With music string so tightly strung, 
 
 My friends herein accord ; 
 For he who formed a Gabriel's tongue ! 
 
 Need only speak the word. 
 
 THE WEALTH OF CLEVELAND HILL^. 
 
 The Cleveland hills so pregnant are. 
 
 With Ore of useful cast ; 
 Than Gold, or Silver, better far ! 
 
 Mutur'd by a blast. 
 
 Thousands of workmen Ave engage. 
 To get the metal up !
 
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 All are employ 'd from youtli to age, 
 Along the mountain top. 
 
 (""alifornia is nought to us! 
 
 We dont begrudge their gold ! 
 We've meat and clothing overplus ! 
 
 And riches to hchold ! 
 
 A quaint prediction now we have, 
 And mark the passage still ; 
 
 In sailing see the banner wave, 
 Its author must fulfil. 
 
 The barren hills arc fruitful grown. 
 So plentious is the store ; 
 
 That if the secret had been known, 
 We'd got it long before. 
 
 • 
 
 Here's Iron, Copper, Brass, and Lead, 
 Just covered with a cap ; 
 
 Yea Silver, and the Golden thread, 
 C'leveland has in her lap. 
 
 Good workmen now arc called forth. 
 In this large field to labour ; 
 
 And every man shall have his worth. 
 So long as he keeps sober.
 
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 Our Gents I know are honor briglit, 
 
 And strive whatever they can ; 
 Maintaining each their lawful right, 
 
 And act their part as man. 
 
 Long time the store from us was hid, 
 
 But now the world may see ; 
 For God whose power raised up the lid. 
 
 Alone possess'd the key. 
 
 In railway plate Bolckow and Vaughan, 
 
 Can now vie with the world ; 
 They smelt big hills of Iron Stone, 
 
 Down in their furnace hurl'd. 
 
 From thence conducted to the Sow, 
 
 By trench the Pigs to feed ; 
 A nd thus hugh lumps of metal grow, 
 
 From Stone of Yorkshire breed. 
 
 J. Pease, a friend, hath bought a stock 
 
 Of Ore, yea ! mountains high ; 
 Solid and firm as is the rock. 
 
 On which he stood to tiy. 
 
 The quality of which is good. 
 
 This cannot be denied ; 
 These hills have from the Deluge stood, 
 
 Toss'd there by wind and tide.
 
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 So beautious no-w in order stand, 
 
 And all mature ^OAvn ; 
 Yea ! measured by that ponderous wand, 
 
 Which never can be knoAvn. 
 
 Sufficent this to learn that man, 
 
 Hath liberty to use ; 
 And make the best of all he can, 
 
 But nothing to abixse. 
 
 Behold the high exalted state, 
 In which he now is found ; 
 
 To move within the Palace gate, 
 Where men of sense abound. 
 
 Using their talent as design'd, 
 By him Avho gave the tiiist ; 
 
 To dig and dive with dint of mind, 
 In all their dealings just. 
 
 Those Cleveland Hills are sure to be, 
 
 For centuries the same ; 
 Vast wealth in Briton's island free, 
 
 With honour to its name.
 
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 AN AWKWARD STEP. 
 
 I knew a decent honest pair, 
 Long time were they protected, 
 
 With prudence, industry, and care, 
 While such, were well respected. 
 
 Attending Chui-ch and Chapel too, 
 
 Striving to get to heaven ; 
 Thus, by example seem'd to shew 
 
 Their sins on earth forgiven. 
 
 Yea, much caressed by their friends, 
 
 And those of higher station ; 
 As Christianity oft blends 
 
 Herself in this relation. 
 
 Their path they trod so fine and fair. 
 
 No children to annoy them ; 
 Nor anxious thought or heavy care. 
 
 Had they, but to enjoy them. 
 
 Fancy, now prompted them to leave. 
 
 This spot to gain more riches ; 
 
 But quick as seeds run through the seive. 
 
 It slacken'd all their stitches, 
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 50 WRianT s poems. 
 
 A public-house they took, and more, 
 To mend their money making, 
 
 Which lessen'd all their golden store, 
 And spoil'd their cakes in baking. 
 
 Four hundred pounds had they to spare, 
 To landlord's care entrusted ; 
 
 But soon he left them clear and bai-e, 
 As balance new adjusted. 
 
 They now are in a sea-port Town, 
 And keep a Tom and Jerry ; 
 
 So far in life are they come down, 
 Still striving to be merry. 
 
 They harbour ought comes in their way, 
 Yea Bob, and Kit, and Nancy ; 
 
 Thus, linger out their far-spent day 
 In things to please their fancy. 
 
 And more, which chills my blood to tell- 
 Blasphcming, lying, drinking, 
 
 Methinks their smiddy is a hell. 
 Where such with elves are linking. 
 
 Now let us thus sum up the whole, 
 
 And mark their situation ; 
 Who're at the top are nigh the fall. 
 
 This is my calculation.
 
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 The love of money is tlie root 
 
 Of all this cui-sed evil ; 
 We can't expect much better fruit. 
 
 Arising from the Devil. 
 
 But ah ! when life shall terminate 
 
 This scene of anxious caring, 
 'T will leave its votaries in a state 
 
 Of endless woe disparing ! 
 
 Let this admonish those who think, 
 
 And dread the consequences ; 
 Turn from the way to ruin's brink, 
 
 While you have got your sences. 
 
 COMFORT. 
 
 X3onifort there is by land or sea, 
 And each may have a portion, 
 Who will imbibe along with me 
 This comfortable notion ; 
 And strive with full contentment in 
 Their own respentive station, 
 Hereby mankind are sure to win 
 A coat to suit the fashion." 
 
 Comfort is just the thing for me, 
 
 Comfort is what I want ; 
 To fill my heart quite full of glee, 
 
 For Comfort now I pant.
 
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 Where shall I find the same I pray, 
 In books, or men, or things ! 
 
 I've sought it often night and day ; 
 What is it Comfort brings, 
 
 I'd tell you friend, so true and plain, 
 W^ithout the least demur ; 
 
 If you would now sweet comfort gain, 
 Christ is the comforter. 
 
 Without an interest in his blood, 
 
 To justify your soul ; 
 In men and things there's nothing good, 
 
 For sin hath drain'd the bowl. 
 
 Comfort is that delightful thing. 
 Which all mankind should have ; 
 
 The comforted will loudly sing. 
 We wont our Comfort save. 
 
 Or wrap it up and lay it by, 
 
 As some fine petty toy ; 
 Or else this Comfort soon will die, 
 
 Confinement doth destroy. 
 
 Obtain the boon and use it well. 
 
 Shew it in open day ; 
 You'll find it sweet to taste and smell, 
 
 By use 'twill ne'er decay.
 
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 The best of Comforfe we may choose, 
 
 Daily supplies obtain ; 
 And if to have it we refuse, 
 
 Without it we remain. 
 
 Augmented is our joy and love, 
 If we this Comfort know ! 
 
 Which has its rise in Christ above, 
 To Comfoi-t man below. 
 
 Comfort ye my people saith, 
 Our Saviour to his flock ; 
 
 Comfort we receive by faith, 
 In Christ who hath the stock. 
 
 Far more than we can e'er conceive. 
 
 In the reserved store ! 
 And all Avho ask aright receive. 
 
 Sweet Comfort evermore. 
 
 MORAL. 
 
 Comfort was obtain'd for all. 
 By dint of love's intensity ; 
 
 And bids us each for Comfort call, 
 Till lost in its immensity.
 
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 THE WOMB OF THE MORNINCI. 
 
 hi tlie uterus of the morn, 
 
 Pregnant with beauty fair ; 
 Wlien darkness of her gloom is shorn, 
 
 Keviving is the air, 
 
 Tlie wide spread mantle of the night, 
 
 "Withdrawn, and to our eyes ; 
 Aurora in the east so bright, 
 
 Foretells th'approaching rise. 
 
 Of Sol, whose rays in brilliant hue, 
 
 J)art on our hemisphere ; 
 And all the silvery drops of dew. 
 
 Are crystallized clear. 
 
 Which are dissolving on the rose, 
 The Leaf, the Plant, the Tree ; 
 
 All Natxu'e 'merging from repose, 
 Alike reviving see. 
 
 Or feel, the virtue of the morn, 
 
 With power to animate ; 
 The bud and blossom' on the thorn, 
 
 Bespeak their lovely state.
 
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 The violet peeping fi'om the ground, 
 Likewise the primrose sweet ; 
 
 Diffuse their fragrant fumes around, 
 And all our senses greet. 
 
 The Cowslip, and the Woodbine view, 
 
 Refreshing to the sight ; 
 These all the powers of mind renew, 
 
 Through channels of delight. 
 
 While we contemplate and sui'vey, 
 
 Their beautious lovely dress ; 
 Much we admire the rise of day, 
 
 The God of nature bless. 
 
 And then bebold the broad expance, 
 
 Or range of Hill and Dale ; 
 With green ore — spread, bliss to enhance ! 
 
 Our hope need never fail. 
 
 Would we in faith the subject know, 
 And reap the whole produce ? 
 
 Then these mature, to fruit shall grow, 
 For man's own special use. 
 
 A Field here opens to our view, 
 
 Approaching is the day ; 
 When nature shall her form renew ; 
 
 And darkness fly away.
 
 weight's poems. 
 
 The Sun of righteousness must shine, 
 
 Throughout the universe ! 
 The fruits of which be yoiu-s aiid nime, 
 
 To foster and to nurse. 
 
 MOKAL. 
 
 The risings of thought with a godly desire, 
 In the heart that is tender and sweet ; 
 
 Take care of the same as the whole you require. 
 To render your comfort complete. 
 
 THE OAK AND THE WILLOW 
 
 The Oak and Willow do contrast, 
 
 Each will assistance lend ; 
 The Oak so firmly bears the blast, 
 
 The Willow designs to bend. 
 With firm resolve let us attend, 
 
 And cleave to what is right ; 
 Then bitter blasts shall never end, 
 
 Our Valour and our might. 
 
 Yet like the willow may we bend, 
 
 And ply ourselves indeed ; 
 To give assistance let us lend, 
 
 Our help in time of need. 
 This foims in Vegetation part, 
 
 Of what we have to scan ; 
 And learn by Nature and by art, 
 The moral worthy man.
 
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 A MASTER'S EYE. 
 
 A master's eye is double worth 
 For Avork, of both his hands ; 
 
 When ought's amiss it shews his wrarh, 
 On those whom he commands. 
 
 Then action points the sensitive, 
 
 To move and do his turn ; 
 Without the least commentative, 
 
 From which his duty learn. 
 
 If he athwart perchance do move, 
 
 Or linger in the plain ; 
 A master's eye at once will prove, 
 
 To him both gi-ief and pain. 
 
 Then starting forth he works and well, 
 
 With master s eye on him ; 
 Which soimds far louder than a bell, 
 
 Right about will turn him. 
 
 The work he sees must now be done, 
 
 Or he no wages have ; 
 Thus is the man propelled on. 
 
 To work, regard, and slave.
 
 Wright's poems. 
 
 The eye is the attractive point, 
 
 As the magnetic touch ; 
 Tho' when the system's out of joint, 
 
 You can't be working much. 
 
 A master's eye upon his men, 
 
 Tho' hand be in the pocket ; 
 Will turn the penny o'er again, 
 
 To furnish Coat and Jacket. 
 
 That's right say you I've prov'd the thing, 
 
 To be as you have said ; 
 'Twill corn into the market bring, 
 
 And plenty for home bread. 
 
 Both families will live and thrive, 
 
 By strict attention thus ; 
 And keep the balance sheet alive, 
 
 To each an overplus. 
 
 Mark ! servants when their masters are. 
 
 Indifferent themselves ; 
 For their advantage seldom care, 
 
 "With eye upon the shelves. 
 
 Their hands ai*e then not far below. 
 
 To do whate'er they need ; 
 Tho' in the field no corn may grow, 
 
 They must their bodies feed.
 
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 Those masters are the tempters of, 
 
 W hen eye is out of place ; 
 Attend to them, then each will move, 
 
 And work go on apace. 
 
 The head to manage — eyes to see, 
 
 That all is moving right ; 
 Will fill your heart quite full of glee, 
 
 When you turn home at night. 
 
 So much for eyes attention to 
 
 Their business done with care, 
 Your neighbours then will see that you 
 
 Have got no eyes to spare. 
 
 THE BOY AND THE PIG. 
 
 I knew a chuffy little boy, 
 Whose years were only eight, 
 
 When he, a Pig did much annoy. 
 And teas'd with all his might. 
 
 While in a yard where swine were fed, 
 
 He, passing to and fro. 
 This thought arose within his head, 
 
 A hunting he would go.
 
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 As he had miss'd the time for school,. 
 
 Himself would try to please ; 
 And make a pig the polish'd tool, 
 
 To set his mind at ease. 
 
 A servant girl some meat had taken, 
 
 And pour'd it in a trough ; 
 Thus for the pig to feed its bacon. 
 
 Nor did he smile or laugh. 
 
 So when the girl was out of sight, 
 
 John mov'd apace to see 
 If what she put therein was right, 
 
 For pigs to take to tea. 
 
 Ah! now, thought he, there's something sweet 
 
 Here's carrots in the mess ; 
 As he could do with one to eat. 
 
 He'd make them that one less. 
 
 Then moved on to take it out. 
 
 But how he didn't know ; 
 The pig did twist and turn about, 
 
 And woiddn't have it so. 
 
 As awkward as a jack-ass is, 
 
 When in an entry met ; 
 For now it gruff'd and screw'd its phiz 
 •' And wouldn't here be bet.
 
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 The lad was awkward as the pig, 
 
 Ueteraiin'd to be master ; 
 He thought to play a pretty jig, 
 
 But mark ! it play'd one faster. 
 
 The lad had ne'er been us'd to ride, 
 
 As you shall see just now ; 
 He lift his leg and got astride 
 
 Across the grunting sow. 
 
 With awkward lump across its back, 
 The lad was wrong side first ; 
 
 Away it ran, and in a crack, — 
 His confidence was lost. 
 
 Afraid was he, his plan would fail. 
 In front, nought could he see ; 
 
 For he had seiz'd the pig by't tail, 
 To turn it half and gee. 
 
 Poor tiling, now bounded up and down. 
 
 As frighten d as the lad ; 
 'Twas so amaz'd with terror grown, 
 
 Its countenance was sad. 
 
 Now Johnny had to follow scent, 
 The pig did puff and blow. 
 
 For high and low away it went, 
 No quicker could it go. 
 
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 Usui you but seen them, as did I, 
 You'd laugh'd, and well you might, 
 
 The pig was making for its sty, 
 And so was Johnny White. 
 
 But little did he think so soon 
 To reach this dirty place, 
 
 Jieneath a cart rap went his crown 
 And smeared his blooming face. 
 
 So landed he, 'mid dung and wet, 
 There left in dirt to lay, 
 
 When Johnny saw that he was bet. 
 He rose, and went his way — 
 
 Straight to a brook, that ran close by, 
 To wash and make him clean ; 
 
 As in this state you judge for why. 
 He durst not then be seen. 
 
 When moving slowly home again, 
 He found a piece of money ! 
 
 Ah ! now, says he, to banish pain, 
 God's laid me here a penny. 
 
 He saw, the combat, which I had, 
 With yon churl awkward beast ! 
 
 Likewise that I am but a lad. 
 He'll have my mind releas'd.
 
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 Thus, when sorrow fills the heart of man. 
 
 And keen relentings pass ! 
 He always does the best he can 
 
 To rid him of distress. 
 
 A CONSOLATARY STANZA, 
 ON THE MUSICAL BLIND MAN, 
 
 Tho' I'm deprived of my sight, 
 
 'Tis providentially so; 
 He cannot err whose ways are right, 
 
 His love I feel and know — 
 
 Who is the founder of the world. 
 
 Upholder of the same ; 
 To man his goodness is unfarl'd, 
 
 And Jesus is his name. 
 
 The mystery unknown to man, 
 
 Will soon revealed be, 
 When all fulfilled is the plan, 
 
 And I have eyes to see. 
 
 The why, the wherefore, and tlie doubt. 
 Which in my bosom rise ;
 
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 He bids me cast the evil out, 
 And now learn to be wise. 
 
 These small reproofs in deprivation, 
 I hold as blessings kind ; 
 
 Thankful to God in every station, 
 I'm blest with strength of mind. 
 
 Yea, something more vast vocal power, 
 With clearness of the head ; 
 
 On me doth he such blessings shower, 
 To make my daily bread. 
 
 Likewise my little household dear, 
 
 These are by music fed ; 
 The produce of the same doth cheer, 
 
 Those hearts by Jesus led. 
 
 Of visual powers am I bereft ! 
 
 Thank God I've sight within ; 
 To fly unto the rock that's cleft. 
 
 And waits to take me in. 
 
 A 11 praise to him who furnish'd me. 
 
 With harmony on earth ; 
 Through faith in Christ I hope to see, 
 
 iVnd know my Saviour's worth.
 
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 Music above where angels slug, 
 
 I trust to join and share ; 
 With new and heavenly music string, 
 
 My only theme the heir — 
 
 Of all things, since the world began. 
 
 When vast creation join'd ; 
 The morning stars together sang. 
 
 And by their Author tun'd. 
 
 Here, I participating learn 
 
 To chaunt Jehovah's praise ; 
 Nor in the darksome casket mourn,. 
 
 But loud hosannah's raise. 
 
 ►So sweetly sing with harp in tune ! 
 
 And every sound be true ; 
 Then soar aloft as larks in June, 
 
 And keep the prize in view. 
 
 Rejoicing evermore through time, 
 
 Shall then have eyes to see ; 
 And bask in yon thrice happy cHme, 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 Ye. blind behold the glorious day. 
 
 Ye dumb speak forth his praise ; 
 Ye lame now leap for joy and say, 
 
 God's right in all his ways !
 
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 EMULATION. 
 
 The. minds of mankind are vai'ious in form, 
 
 We cannot but wonder, and say, 
 Some are so pettish, they'd tread on a worm, 
 
 Much rather than pass it away. 
 
 When harrows and ploughs were coarse and un- 
 couth, 
 
 They haiTass'd the peasant to drag, 
 His head was iuclin'd or his body forsooth. 
 
 And his limbs he hardly could Avag. 
 
 But onward we march, necessity drives 
 
 The mind of man to invention ; 
 And tho' the whole world at Johnny connives. 
 
 He'd publish now his intention. 
 
 Not satisfied here, that Harp lays in tunc, — 
 
 But strike on the anvil we say ; 
 Hit the nail on the head, in spite of Buffoon, 
 
 And work while 'tis called to-day. 
 
 Euvy is winking, contimiely spreads. 
 While Farmers are anxious to test — 
 
 The thing for themselves, who are no logger-heads, 
 Experience will shew it the best.
 
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 These vigilant men avIio labour so hard, 
 In ploughing and tilling the ground ; 
 
 'Tis right we would say, such have their reward, 
 As manage by principal sound. 
 
 Gui.sbi'o' can boast of a workman to beat — 
 
 The anvil, from morning to night, 
 Whose head is engag'd, while he's on his feet. 
 
 To polish the article bright. 
 
 The muscular powers of man may engage. 
 
 With physical force to do much. 
 Hut mind on the hinge, will rise to a stage, 
 
 Surpassing corporial touch. 
 
 A token of which he got for a plough, 
 
 Whose harrows unrivall'd stand ; 
 The same is set forth that others may kno\\-, 
 
 To get the improvement to land. 
 
 Mechanics with mind are wonderful men. 
 
 To help on the labouring class ; 
 Those with discernment will own the same, when 
 
 The genius has brought it to pass. 
 
 We'd have all the world patronizing the best, 
 
 W herever the same may be found ; 
 And cast those aside discarding the rest, 
 
 Which make no improvement to ground.
 
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 Our joy is enhanc'd by the prospect in view, 
 Of what is now rising to shine ; 
 
 While invention is such, 'tis forming anew, 
 Elastics the world to combine. 
 
 Then labour is ease, with pleasure we take 
 Our part, in the movement of things ; 
 
 Fair genius is such inclining to make 
 All art, move together on springs. 
 
 Let each then engage in the woi'k now begun, 
 According to that which is given ; 
 
 Then Ave shall receive the plaudit, well done, 
 Enter into the kingdom of heaven. 
 
 BITTERS AND SWEETS IN THE BALANCE. 
 
 (BEHOLD THE PEEPONDEKANCE.) 
 
 The winter is past and the summer appears. 
 As spring in its beauty doth shine ; 
 
 I have seen their succession for many long years, 
 Revolving, and counted them mine. 
 
 Tho' keen was the winter that ruffl'd my mind, 
 
 The casket was out of condition ; 
 Methought the elements all were combin'd, 
 
 To settle and fix the position.
 
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 Bread loaf in the season, to provide cold or hot, 
 
 I must look about for the same ; 
 My business not laying so long in a spot, 
 
 To raise me to wealth or to fame. 
 
 The harsh winds lay hold of what I caimot name, 
 
 And often do disorganize ; 
 Or chance might extinguish the brilliant flame, 
 
 That else in my bosom would rise. 
 
 The keen frost of old age synonymous speak. 
 
 To me of the bitters of life ; 
 Unless that in youth, man is striving to seek ; 
 
 To drive off the tumidt and sti'ife. 
 
 But spring doth appear in its loveliest form, 
 And summer draws on with its store ; 
 
 In the which to pro\'ide for the bitterest storm, 
 That ever can rise on the shore. 
 
 Where the ni2:htin2:ale sin2:s with musical sound, 
 
 And welcome the rising of day ; 
 'Mid the roses that spring so sweet from the ground, 
 
 While zephyrs are flying in May. 
 
 Salubrious fumes now impregnate the breeze, 
 k That wafts so delicious and free ; 
 The shrub and the plant, and the sweet olive trees? 
 Contribute their store imto me.
 
 70 WniGUX's POEMS. 
 
 J!ut this is not all, see the grass and the corn, 
 
 So richly maturing for us ! 
 Who often arc apt to think light of morn, 
 
 And lot it with indolence pass. 
 
 Were it not for the morn we couldn't have day, 
 
 To qualify man with his beauty ; 
 In the which we have spring, the summer we say, 
 
 Rewards him for doing his duty. 
 
 When winter of life comes on in its course, 
 
 And man is but week and infirm ; 
 If he like the Bee, have his sweets from the source. 
 
 He thrives in the midst of the storm. 
 
 External, Internal, or casual pressure. 
 
 That harass his body or mind ; 
 By grace may we hail as enhancement of treasure, 
 
 Reserved in licavcn to find. 
 
 • 
 
 Tho' the troubles of life, may perplex us awhile, 
 We know what we have to endure ; 
 
 To gain the enjoyment of his blessed smile. 
 Who for us, hath made it secure. 
 
 What this mil amount to no mortal can tell, 
 
 He haa'nt wherewith to compare ; 
 By and by he shall see and. feel all is well. 
 
 In the midst of the harmony there.
 
 WRIGHT S POEMS. 
 
 71 
 
 Where troubles and trials for ever are past, 
 
 No bitters with sweets to unite ; 
 The furniture must be of heavenly cast, 
 
 'Jo shine so eternally bright. 
 
 As now do the seraphs with lyrical string, — 
 Full in tune, each sounding his lyre ; 
 
 So they who are fitted and have the main spring, 
 Shall enjoy more than heart can desire. 
 
 Far away be the thought of troubles in time. 
 
 Or billows that moiintainous rise ; 
 More than all is made up in yon happy clime ! 
 
 AVhere we shall have gained the prize. 
 
 THE SEAMAN'S RANGE. 
 
 Far away from my home I wander and roam. 
 To plough the wide ocean for bread ; 
 
 Or in search of a prize 'mid the billows that rise, 
 And toss far above the mast head. 
 
 Far away frofn the valley, no more can I rally, 
 Depriv'd of the pleasures of youth, 
 
 I am striving to gain, tho' with labour and pain. 
 Some Comfort in riches, forsooth.
 
 72 "nvright's roEMS. 
 
 Having tried it for years, 'mid danger and fears, 
 
 A nd finding no better but worse ; 
 A change in the mind is 'gendering I find. 
 
 To make out the profit and loss. 
 
 When deeply I'm poring, my vessel is soaring. 
 
 So high in the element round ; 
 Amazed I stand with the helm in my hand, 
 
 And long to be on solid ground. 
 
 When I think of my wife, the comfort of life. 
 
 And cannot get to her a bit ; 
 This sets me half ranty, to think I have plenty 
 
 Of love, in a corner to sit. 
 
 I have need of some aid, Avhen I'm deep in the shade 
 
 And fain would I fly to the spot ; 
 Vr herein is my treasure the sweetest of pleasure. 
 
 That lays in the grove or grot. 
 
 Thus, to contemplate there, so free from all care, 
 
 And the sweets of rurality see ; 
 So happy I'm then, in the grove or the glen, 
 
 My heart it would dance to the glee. 
 
 With domestic's around, my comforts aboiuid, 
 My wife and my children are here ; 
 
 Each and all are as one when sorrow is gone. 
 In love, bid adieu to all fear.
 
 Wright's poems. 73 
 
 Now I'll tell you the cause before I do close, 
 
 The subject that I have in hand ; 
 'Tis the moral I seek if I pore for a week, 
 
 I'll find it by sea or by land. 
 
 In flirt of the fancy some think its in Nancy, 
 
 And others in ranging abroad; 
 Some seek it in gold, and on this they lay hold, 
 
 Tho' nothing will comfort afford. 
 
 Except you have this, the centre of bliss, 
 Christ in you the lovely and meek ; 
 
 Which is all that we need on pleasure to feed. 
 And never more further to seek. 
 
 Avoiding resentment, producing contentment. 
 
 In whatever station you are ; 
 By unity free you with me will agree ; 
 
 We never need sink in despair. 
 
 'T\^ ill buoy up the mind, then with pleasure you'll 
 find. 
 
 Your vessel's afloat on the ocean ; 
 Tho' this be your lot you will sail to the spot, 
 
 And enjoy a heavenly portion.
 
 74 Wright's poems. 
 
 ANALYSIS OF THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIM, 
 
 IN ELEVEN PARTS, 
 AS EXEMPLIFIED IN THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIMS HOME. 
 
 1st, Description of his person, his resolution, 
 
 2nd, His confidence. 
 
 3rd, His assurance. 
 
 4th, His preparation. 
 
 5th, His Faith. 
 6th, His Guide. 
 
 7th, Difficulties surmounted. 
 
 8th, Christian love manifest. 
 
 9th, Courage, on the verge of Time. 
 10th, Rejoicing in his station. 
 11th, Exultation in the enjoyment of peace at home.
 
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 THE CHRISTIAN PILGRIMS HOME. 
 
 Hark ! the Christian Pilgrim sings, 
 
 As he mounts on Eagles wings, 
 And it tightens all his strings. 
 
 Chorus, — Heaven's my home. 
 
 I'm a Pilgrim here on earth, 
 With my staff I'll travel forth ; 
 Till I know the Christian's worth, 
 
 Chorus, — Heaven's my home^ 
 
 When this body is low laid, 
 I shall never he afraid ; 
 Surely then as now I've said. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Tho' the fig tree blossom not, 
 I \^^ll hasten to the spot. 
 Lovely Canaan is my lot. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Tho' the olive it shall fail, 
 Yea, and wicked men may rail, 
 Yet my vessels in full sail. 
 Chorus, &c.
 
 7S WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 Tho' my ftiends and money's gone^ 
 Still by faith I'll travel on, 
 Till the conquest I have won. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Now my Captain's at the helm, 
 And no storm can me o'erwhelm, 
 I'll enjoy a blissful realm. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Tho' the stormy winds may blow. 
 And the sea mountainous grow. 
 Yet this truth I surely know ! 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Oh that I could now prevail, 
 On mv friends with me to sail, 
 And enjoy a lovely gale. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Tho' the stream of time may swell, 
 Yea, and ring her funeral bell. 
 On the verge I shout All's well 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Mighty billows then may foam. 
 When I've gain'd the Pilgrim's home. 
 In sweet Paradise to roam ! 
 Chorus, &c.
 
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 There iu centre of my store ! 
 Reap enjoyment evermore ! 
 Testing: all I said before ! 
 
 'to 
 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 ROSEBERRY TOPPING FAIR, 
 
 ON TRINITY SUNDAY. 
 
 At Roseberry Topping, pray what's to do there ! 
 
 On Trinity Sunday, behold ! 
 The men of the world institute a big fair, 
 
 And barter their duty for gold. 
 
 Recreation and Sport the intent of the mass, 
 
 Who resort to this noble mount ; 
 To sip at the bottle, and drink of the glass, 
 
 Bnt seldom partake of the fount. 
 
 Though a well is at hand, miraculous sprung, 
 
 To execute judgment on man ; 
 Indicative this of the stone that was flung 
 
 For Babel, the mountain to scan. 
 
 K this be the case, behold it and wonder I 
 Why stands it so firm to this day ;
 
 78' Wright's poem«. 
 
 Liglit'nings have struck it, and loud peals of 
 thunder, 
 While nations have gone to decay. 
 
 A circumstance here, by tradition we hold, 
 
 Of one who presumed to thwart, 
 Designs of her Maker, impertirieace bold. 
 
 Got wounded, and cut to the heart. 
 
 While poring to find out the mysteries hid, 
 
 By Providence wisely conceal'd ; 
 The practise of which, now the Scriptures forbid^. 
 
 Sufficient to man is I'evealed. 
 
 The vengeance of God, by His agency, will 
 
 Execute judgment on such 
 As do not obey, but ai"e obstinate still, 
 
 Though kindness has follow'd them much. 
 
 •&' 
 
 A mountain was chose by old Satan, to tempt 
 
 The son of the truly most high ; 
 And none of mankind in the world are exempt 
 
 From his fiery arrows that fly. 
 
 Shall we an example of demonic cast. 
 
 So wilfully take to ourselves. 
 The vengeance of llim, who hath Satan bound 
 fast. 
 
 Where none shall appear but his elves.
 
 wrigut's poems, 79 
 
 Then ascend to the mount, ye sinners Avho dare 
 
 Your arm now so puny uplift ; 
 And call it your own, being Roseberry Fair, ' 
 
 While vengeance pursueth you swift. 
 
 The servants of God have a claim to this spot, 
 
 Caird Rosebcrry Topping, so high ! 
 Yea, the Author of this, just sprung from its foot, 
 
 And right, to the summit would fly. 
 
 Mount Zion's the city, so chosen of God, 
 
 Emblematick of permanent bliss ; 
 And nothing can move it except his own nod, 
 
 "Whose firm declaration is this. 
 
 Mount Horeb's the place where the law was pro- 
 claim'd, 
 
 By Moses, the saint of the Lord ; 
 The wilderness too, of Mount Sinai so nam'd, 
 
 For God spoke it holy in word. 
 
 While Moses himself stood trembling with fear ! 
 
 Nor durst he behold the fair sight ! 
 With shoes on his feet, when the voice he did hear 
 
 Speak loud with Omnipotent might. 
 
 Moriah, and Ararat, each bore a mark, 
 
 Of peace, and goodwill unto man ; 
 Here faith was develop'd, there rested the Ark, 
 
 According to Deity's plan.
 
 so Wright's poews. 
 
 Paul stood iu the midst of Mars hill ye perceive, 
 J^ nd there, to Athenians preach'd ; 
 
 Knowing well, their base superstion would grieve, 
 The spirit of God, whoai it reach'd. 
 
 -And shall we presiuTie, then, to step up the hill ? 
 
 A\'hile practice solicits his frown ; 
 Who, Avhen Gabriel appears Avith stone from the 
 mill, 
 
 He will hm*l it with fury down. 
 
 Remember the subject of Moimt Calvary, 
 'Twas He, made atonement for you, 
 
 That all who are sinners might thus be made free, 
 Mark well, on the hill what ye do. 
 
 Now let us unite with the saints of the Lord, 
 
 Attend to his holy command ; 
 Who will on the mountain a blessing afford. 
 
 He holdeth the hills in his hand. 
 
 Go ye forth in his name, and sing of his praise,, 
 
 As he is the noble, I A^d ! 
 For ever and ever the ancient of days. 
 
 The lovely and beautiful Lamb. 
 
 That was slain on the mount, and purchased for 
 thee, 
 The good things of earth, and of heaven ;
 
 weight's poems. 81 
 
 Yes, he gave himself up and died on the Tree, 
 That sinners might all be forgiven. 
 
 Then never pervert the good things he hath sent, 
 Nor climb up the hill for the Devil ; 
 
 For imtil that om* strength and oiu' money be 
 spent, 
 ^Ye seldom find out it's an evil. 
 
 THE BIRD IN HAND. 
 
 A boy once exclaim'd, when he'd caught a young thrush 
 One Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush ; 
 Then said to his mate, to-morrow you may 
 Have one in your hand, but I've got one to-day. 
 Twill sing like a nightingale just on the wing, 
 Or lark as she mounts on the morning of spring ; 
 So sweet be the Mnsic, transported I rise. 
 With Sol in East, and attend to my prize. 
 My days' work begin then, and move on with pleasure 
 What I've got in my hand now, will augment my 
 
 treasure, 
 You can try if you like to catch with a snare, 
 A bird that will sing, or you may get a pair.
 
 82 Wright's poems. 
 
 I'm contented with this, that I've got in my hand, 
 'T is better to me, far ! than houses or land. 
 Kejoicing I'll I'ise on the morn of each day, 
 And a tribute of praise to God I will pay. 
 Then thank the Redeemer, attesting his worth, 
 AVho sent forth his Spirit, and caus'd the new birth I 
 Which boon I have got, and it aids me to sing, 
 In winter or summer, in autumn or spring. 
 And when all the seasons have passed away. 
 So sweetly I'll sing in the long-wish'd for day. 
 Now, now is the time then, to gain your Estate, 
 To-morrow, to-morrow's for ever too late ; 
 Mark well what is said now, concerning the thrush ! 
 One bird in the hand, is worth two in the bush. 
 
 A LOVELY ADMONITION HOSEA. 
 
 Ephraim how shall I give thee up, 
 Tho' thou hast fed on wnd ; 
 
 And by the Assyi-eans evil cup, 
 In co\'enant hath sin'd. 
 
 Israel how shall I make thee live ? 
 As Admah in the land!
 
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 And unto thee my blessing give, 
 'J'hus, make thee bold to stand. 
 
 Or set thee, as Zeboim high, 
 
 My heart is turn'd mthin ; 
 I've mercy for thee, turn and fly. 
 
 From every darling sin. 
 
 The fearceness of mine anger now! 
 
 On thee I'll not employ ; 
 Nor yet in wrath my vengence show ! 
 
 Israel I'll not destroy. 
 
 For I am God, and not as man ! 
 
 My ways are ever pure ; 
 I'm in the midst the holy one. 
 
 And will thy sickness cure. 
 
 Ephraim I will make to ride, 
 
 And Judah he shall plough ! 
 The ground for seed, and so pro^^de, 
 
 That wiser they may grow. 
 
 Yea ! Jacob too, must now engage, 
 
 And he shall break the clods ; 
 Then each shall have his separate wage, 
 
 Apart from heathen Gods.
 
 84 Wright's poems. 
 
 Break up your fallow ground and sow, 
 The seed of righteousness ; 
 
 Then mercy you shall reap and knowj 
 'Twill keep you from distress. 
 
 High time it is to ask the Lord 
 His righteousness, to reign ; 
 
 Attend the dictates of his word, 
 And all his truths maintain. 
 
 THE SIMILE. 
 
 In Spring, while Aurora proceeds on its way, 
 Sweet Zephyrs do fly, in this stage of the day ; 
 But drop their lov'd breeze as December draws near, 
 The spring of Plan's life is like that of the year. 
 
 TIic lark and the linnet put forth their swcci Ktrains, 
 So lovely and loud while the summer remains ; 
 But lower their notes as you quickly shall hear, 
 The winter of life is like that of the year. 
 
 I'he songsters how handsome, with plumage so gay, 
 That glitter so bright in the sunshine of May ; 
 Tho' dull is their plume as December draws near, 
 The winter of life is like that of the year.
 
 wkight's poems. 85 
 
 The tulip aud lily, the cowslip and rose, 
 Our senses regale, when their beauties disclose ; 
 The whole of which fade, when the blast doth appear, 
 The winter of life is like that of the year. 
 
 The lambkins so frisky, do skip o'er the green, 
 In the spring of the year, those beauties are seen ; 
 But hang down their heads as December draws near, 
 The winter of life, is like that of the year. 
 
 So we, in the spring-time of life are in glee, 
 Yf e're eclat and joyful, we're active and free ; 
 Tho', the frost of old age, vvill quickly be here, 
 Proving winter of life like that of the year. 
 
 While our spring time may last, and prospects look gay 
 Let us make the best use of the morning of day ; 
 For the keen pinching blast will shortly appear, 
 The winter of life is like that of the year. 
 
 These similes mark ! I have call'd forth to preach, 
 A sermon to all, who attend to their speech ; 
 For each have a tongue, and a voice sounding clear, 
 The seasons of life, are like those of the year. 
 
 Not a word from my. lips need I to advance — 
 ' The subject brings Comfort your bliss to enhance ; 
 And weather you frown, you smile, or you sneer. 
 The winter of life is like that of the year.
 
 8g weight's poems. 
 
 THE PLOUGHMAN'S SONG. 
 
 For money men will labour hard, 
 
 To make tlieir daily bread ; 
 The' seldom get tlieir due reward, 
 
 But moderately fed. 
 
 Some men do slave and plough the land, 
 \V hile others plough the ocean ; 
 
 Tho' they who labour most by hand, 
 Oft get the smallest portion. 
 
 Remuneration is the thing. 
 
 In equity we need ; 
 T'will make the ploughman loudly sing, 
 
 'Tis on the land we feed! 
 
 By labour wc are none the worse, 
 
 But better far than they ; 
 Who snugly keep their gold in purse, 
 
 And scarce the labourer pay. 
 
 I'm healthy, jolly, blythe, and fair^ 
 And Avant for nothing now ; 
 
 A3 I enjoy the open air, 
 Attending to my plough.
 
 WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 87 
 
 Uould all enjoy their labour well, 
 
 With mind and body right ; 
 By day they'd have this tale to tell, 
 
 They rest, and sleep at night. 
 
 The honey-bees of human cast. 
 
 With spirit do engage ; 
 Oft mid the stern and piercing blast, 
 
 To earn their pittant wage. 
 
 They've seldom more than daily bread, 
 And clothing course, tho' plain; 
 
 With broad brim'd hat, to screen their head. 
 From heat, and drops of rain. 
 
 On such I've gazed with pitying eye I 
 When flakes of snow, were falling ; 
 
 And ask'd myself the reason why, 
 They clea\-e unto their calling. 
 
 The answer thus came home to me, 
 And stopt my curious thought ; 
 
 These are much more from bondage free, 
 Than those with finer coat. 
 
 To reconcile the matter here, 
 
 I'd strive for satisfaction ; 
 The less we have, the less to fear, 
 
 Of madning and distraction.
 
 88 wkight's poems. 
 
 Attend ye jolly lads who labour, 
 To wliat I've got to say ; 
 
 If you have but a head thats sober. 
 Youv'e nought for it to pay. 
 
 Maintaining peace and true content, 
 You breathe the sweets of life ; 
 
 And tho' your time in labour's spent, 
 You've peace devoid of strife. 
 
 Now mark the sure testation thus! 
 
 That wealth oft brings a snare ; 
 And those v/ho make the greatest fuss, 
 
 ^^' ill get the smallest share. 
 
 A SOLILIQUY. 
 
 ^Vhat a warfare. Lord, is this 
 I'm engaged in here below ; 
 
 Fain I'd fly unto the bliss, 
 
 Where there never comes a foe. 
 
 (irant me resignation, Lord! 
 
 To obe}^ thy blessed will. 
 Dexterously to use the sword. 
 
 Of thy spirit and be still.
 
 Wright's poejvip. zq 
 
 Guard ! conduct, and lead me on 
 
 Through life's course, and boist'rous sea, 
 
 Till the final conquest's won, 
 Eless'd to all eternity. 
 
 Wars, and tumults then are o'er ! 
 
 Peace and comfort I shall find ; 
 When my troubles are no more, 
 
 All life's ills are left behind. 
 
 Israel's armies safe shall be, 
 Far beyond the swelling tide ; 
 
 Lovely, happy, filled v;ith glee, 
 Seated by their Captain's side. 
 
 Whei*e sweet harmony begins. 
 
 In full concert with the blest : 
 All who here the conquest wins, 
 
 There for ever ai-e at rest ! 
 
 THE MISER'S DECLARATION, 
 AND THE POET'S ANSWER. 
 
 I don't incline to do much good, 
 W here interest is at stake ; 
 
 My principle can't be withstood, 
 For other peoples sake.
 
 90 WRrGIlT's POEMS. 
 
 I think and say the injur'd man, 
 
 May sink or swim for me ; 
 I won't assist him; if I can, 
 
 My interest's here you see! 
 
 A word from me might do a deal, 
 To speak the thing that's true ; 
 
 I dont so much for others feel, 
 As afterwards to rue. 
 
 I stick to self you now perceive, 
 
 Self interest is the thing ; 
 My principle will not retrieve. 
 
 The interest from the spring. 
 
 I wont my interest now let go, 
 
 Or principle would cease ; 
 Then I'd be filled with bitter woe, 
 
 And never could have peace. 
 
 Ah ! interest is the thing for me, 
 
 I wouldn't be without it ; 
 It keeps my heart brimfull of glee, 
 
 I think you can't dispute it ! 
 
 'Jliis self I would'nt qmt you know, 
 For all the world can give ; 
 
 T care'nt what way my friends may go, 
 ?o long as I can live.
 
 whight's poems. . 91 
 
 My principle you see how good, 
 
 It is for me to hold ; 
 T drink, and eat the best of food. 
 
 And heap up loads of gold. 
 
 This principle you see I'm of, 
 
 S;) much allied to pelf j 
 That if I've got a bit of love, 
 
 I spend it on myself. 
 
 AlloAv the bard to answer thee, 
 
 Thou selfish awkward man ! 
 He cant witli petty ways agree, 
 
 Or Avith thy selfish plan. 
 
 If he has got a little cake, 
 
 He cannot eat the same ; 
 Unless his friends with him partake, 
 
 He would not tell his name. 
 
 And if he lives he likes to see-, 
 
 His neighbours live also ; 
 But if in poverty he be. 
 
 He knows no bitter woe ! 
 
 This principle he strives to keep, 
 
 ^^'here interest cant go wrong 
 Then from the whole he's sure to reap. 
 
 What does to him belong.
 
 92 . WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 When interest spring's from principle, 
 
 As it should always do ; 
 T'will mend thereby the capital, 
 
 The sum will ever grow. 
 
 "When pi'inciple is acted on, 
 
 By practice can-ied out ; 
 The two are then so bound in one, 
 
 Separate they can't be bought. 
 
 Here the remora has no seat, 
 
 Of rest within his heart ; 
 Where interest is with sum complete. 
 
 It leaves no bitter smart. 
 
 What can the selfish say to this ? 
 
 Who live to self alone ; 
 And think they practice nought amiss, 
 
 With philosophic stone. 
 
 The principle he never had, 
 A s such he strives in vain ; 
 
 To build on this foundation bad, 
 True riches to obtain. 
 
 Then leave the gross ideal block. 
 Deep sunk within the sand ; 
 
 And seek a fresh but noble stock, 
 To hold in either hand.
 
 wkigiit'^ roEMs. 93 
 
 By which your sure to gain a sum, 
 To raise the superstructor ; 
 
 On this foundation all is plumb, 
 With principle conductor ! 
 
 THE FAIR VALENTINE. 
 
 My dearest dear I do incline, 
 
 To visit thee to day ; 
 With this sweet lovely Valentine, 
 
 For which you now^ must pny. 
 
 The price of love is ever sweet, 
 So don't the same begrudge, 
 
 Or I shall oft the thing repeat ; 
 I cannot bear to trudge. 
 
 If love be thine, as it is mine, 
 
 And we in this agree, 
 So to accept each Valentine ; 
 
 And fill our hearts with glee. 
 
 That if we meet as sure yve may, 
 To whisper pretty things ;
 
 94 WRIGHT S POEMS. 
 
 It must be in the morn of day, 
 When Phelomela sings. 
 
 Whose notes are charming, mnch like thine 
 
 Unequal'd hai-mony ! 
 When thou receives this Valentine, 
 
 Pray answer it to me. 
 
 ITiy sentiments express sublime, 
 
 And let thy language shine! 
 With brilliance to surpass the rhyme, 
 
 Of this sweet Valentine. 
 
 AN ANSWER TO THE FAIR VALENTINE. 
 
 Your Valentine I did receive, 
 
 But had to borrow money ; 
 To loose the same which did me grieve, 
 
 Embitterin": sv.'eetest honey. 
 
 If you at start had not a penny, 
 
 'J'o pay the postage pre ; 
 W^here do you think I get the money, 
 
 To pay the double fee.
 
 wukjut's poems. 95 
 
 Economy I much admire, 
 
 Fulfilling what is right ; 
 And equity will not require, 
 
 A doiible charge at sight. 
 
 I'm sorry I have you to tutor, 
 
 Before we link together ! 
 Now if you wish to be my suitor, 
 
 Pray come in finer weather ! 
 
 Harsh winds, and stormy blasts may blo^\'. 
 
 And pelt our humble cottage ; 
 Extravagance is apt to groAV, 
 
 Marring the best of potage. 
 
 Now think young man, your subject bring, 
 
 And let the day be fine ! 
 That birds may sing, and bells may ring, 
 
 To crown this Valentine. 
 
 BUSINESS AND INDEPENDENCE. 
 
 The man who has within few years, 
 
 A competency made ! 
 Will never mind the smiles or sneers 
 
 Of those who still parade.
 
 9G -WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 Tliough long before that time, he had 
 
 An independent mind; 
 AVhich could'nt bear, when but a hid, 
 
 The croueh of hmnan kind. 
 
 Though now he sees 'tis good in trade, 
 
 A nd policy to bend ; 
 But never till your shoes are made, 
 
 Do you attempt to lend. 
 
 One thing the tradesman has to learn, 
 
 If he would gain esteem. 
 Pay strict attention to his turn, 
 
 And use the best of cream ! 
 
 Folks have a right to be obliged, 
 Who're paying you their money ; 
 
 And do expect you are engag'd 
 To tender sweetest honey. 
 
 And spread its odour all aroimd — 
 
 The moral atmosphere ; 
 You then shall have your labom- crown'd 
 
 Through each succeeding year. 
 
 Civility mankind expect. 
 
 From all the human race ; 
 And not the meanest one neglect, 
 
 Or else they're out of place.
 
 Wright's poems. 97 
 
 Yea more than this, we must advance, 
 
 Pay tribute where 'tis due ; 
 Those who their fortunes thus enhance, 
 
 Shall not have cause to rue. 
 
 The man who loves himself the best ! 
 
 This maxim let him use ; 
 And put the moral to the test, 
 
 He'll not himself abuse. 
 
 The generous kind, will well observe, 
 
 His decent good behaviour ; 
 Now these are sure to strain a nerve, 
 
 And bless him with their favour. 
 
 A GOOD POINT. 
 
 Stern winter's blast may pierce the frame 
 
 Of man, who feels the pinching smart, 
 Nor dare he now attribute blame 
 
 Unto his Author, from his heart. 
 (Consider, such essential are — 
 
 To mellow and prepare the soil, 
 For seasons which are better far 
 
 Than spending all our life in toil. 
 There is a point for Nature's rest. 
 
 Then, she reclines in sweet repoae. 
 
 E
 
 f)3 Wright's poems. 
 
 And in this season builds her nest 
 
 For what, the spring will now disclose. 
 Here sweet salubrious fumes arise ! 
 
 From natures bed, in beauty dres't, 
 There all her springs do harmonize, 
 
 In him, for whom they are cares't. 
 Now comes the blue ethereal sky, 
 
 So pleasing and serene, behold 
 The brilliancy of Sol on high ! 
 
 More precious far than purest gold. 
 Maturing fruits for man t' enjoy. 
 
 For man, I say, ungrateful man ! 
 Who does himself the most annoy 
 
 By that which makes him look so wan. 
 Then autumn comes and fills his lap, 
 
 With stores abundant for his use, 
 Who now enjoys the pleasing cup, 
 
 A boon of tribute can't refuse. 
 Behold him bending with his load 
 
 Of good things, from the hand of him 
 Who every blessing doth afford, 
 
 To those who rightly ask for them. 
 Such do reserve for time of need, 
 
 That when stern winters blast may blow. 
 These have secure whereon to feed, 
 
 Amid the bleaks, wilh lustre glow ! 
 This points a preparation, we — 
 
 Must have, for body, and for mind. 
 Wherewith accomplished, you agree, 
 
 W^e can't a better subject find.
 
 weight'3 poems. 99 
 
 THE VOICE OF PORT WILLIAM, 
 
 VICTORIA OR llEDCAR HARBOUR. 
 
 Port William is my name, my station — 
 
 I hold on Northern Coast, 
 Without one near or o\vn'(l relation, 
 
 My worth was well-nigh lost. 
 
 Till Brooks, an enterprising man 
 
 Engag'd with life and spirit, 
 And laid with accuracy the plan 
 
 To find what I inherit. 
 
 He then set out in search of me, 
 
 Knowing my foot was firm ! 
 Substantial i-ock on land, and sea, 
 
 And proof, 'gainst every storm. 
 
 Now, if my base, or foot be strong I 
 
 This one thing I am sure ; 
 Humanity wont tarry long, 
 
 Till all is made secure. 
 
 That those of Maritime profession, 
 
 A safety harbour have ; 
 I grant them now a free possession, 
 
 T' evade a watery grave.
 
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 Amid the ocean's boisterous rage 
 
 Or mighty billows foam ; 
 Am I so bold thus to engage, 
 
 To make you safe at home. 
 
 On Redcar's shore I nobly stand ! 
 
 With outstretch'd arms for you ; 
 So loudly calling, lend your hand ! 
 
 'Tis all you have to do. 
 
 Here am I cleft to take you in, 
 And proof against the world ; 
 Then move along, your harbour win, 
 The banner is unfurl'd ! 
 
 Thus, ever since the world began ! 
 
 I've stood so firm and sure ; 
 And grown up for the use of man, 
 
 A harbour, quite secure. 
 
 Near twenty feet of water here — 
 
 I hold at lowest tide ; 
 Then lend assistance, never fear. 
 
 Our Captain did provide. 
 
 Stretch out your hands yc noble minds. 
 Port William claims your aid ! 
 
 I trust our Queen ! and Prince incline* 
 To help foundation laid.
 
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 fc>uch have their work with us to do, 
 
 But all must pull together ! 
 Afi Sailors when the waters flow 
 
 Ignite in stormy weather, 
 
 A crown, with robes, and diadem ! 
 
 Obtain'd in honour bright, 
 Are justly claim'd, and due to them — 
 
 Who philanthropic fight. 
 
 My meaning here is known to all — 
 
 Who love their fellow man, 
 Such Avill obey Port Williamf;" cflll 
 
 And do the best they can. 
 
 To rescue Sailors from a grave ! 
 
 Not doom'd by Natures God, 
 While man has means self-life to save, 
 
 Attend this signal nod. 
 
 Wiiere life-boats cannot here succeed, 
 
 Port William surely can, 
 Thus by its founder, help in need, 
 
 When man helps fellow man. 
 
 Thousands ! and millions ! have we spent, 
 
 To gratify the sense, 
 Or in some useless thing have lent, 
 
 Money, nor spar'd expense.
 
 102 WEIGHTS POKM3. 
 
 Pary use good things not to abuse 
 
 Tho. same in mercy given. 
 Then He ! who gave, will not refuse — 
 
 The safest hai-bour, — Heaven I 
 
 Mark! they who will not use the means ! 
 
 Can neer obtain the end, 
 On them an awful weight remains I 
 
 Who won't to mercy bend. 
 
 AN INTRUDER OF MIDDLESBRO.' 
 
 A man of body, not of mind, 
 
 Attempted to set forth — 
 Himself, to prove all human kind, 
 
 Like him, was little worth. 
 
 (A Holy-Oak) he call'd himself. 
 
 The name is out of place ; 
 Tho' ought but holy, (kindred elf) 
 
 Would suit his brazen face. 
 
 Whose language, I may justly use, 
 To prove his want of sense.
 
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 His sentiments we do refuse, 
 With all their vague pretence. 
 
 The being of a God he says, 
 
 Is what he can't believe ! 
 To nature he liis tribute pays ! 
 
 Which cannot him deceive. 
 
 As nature doth her motive ursre — 
 
 to'^ 
 
 To ought he fancies best ; 
 
 The impress leaves him on the verge, 
 Of happiness or rest. 
 
 One thing is sure, the man is blind ! 
 
 Or cannot see things straight, 
 Preferring darkness in the mind, 
 
 Or evanescent light. 
 
 He who deny's God doth exist ! 
 
 One designates a fool ! 
 The Devil holds him in his fist, 
 
 To use him for his tool. 
 
 This truth's so plain that all may see. 
 
 Another's plainer still! 
 If ought exists, it must be he, 
 
 Who made us at his will.
 
 iO( WRIGHT? rOKMS. 
 
 A (Jod supreme, let all admit, 
 Or be resigned to dwell ; 
 
 l'\)rever in the burninj^ pit. 
 Thus designated (Hell.) 
 
 Tho' (rod alone without his son, 
 
 1 s a consuming fire ! 
 But for whose merits we're undone. 
 
 To bear vindictive ire. 
 
 COMFORT IN AFKLU'TION. 
 
 A SOLILOQUY. 
 
 How needful is it Loi'd that I 
 Should lay Avork at seasons by, 
 
 lACcruiting soul and body, 
 l''xperienee teaches me that nuui, 
 llcfpiires the same by natures' plan, 
 
 To fit hun more for study. 
 
 While hampering on from day to day, 
 Our mental powers might dormant lay, 
 Or useful never be.
 
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 Tho' when at will by reason led, 
 In active mood the mind is fed, 
 80 palatably free. 
 
 And then the recreation's sweet, 
 Perchancing on the march to meet, 
 
 The same with lasting pleasure. 
 Obtaining what all wish to find, 
 The healthful body, peaceful mind, 
 
 A sweet luxxiriant treasure. 
 
 Farmers their land in fallow lay. 
 To bear the winters stormy day, 
 
 Or summers burning heat ; 
 Thereby obnoxious weeds destroy. 
 Then are they likely to enjoy 
 
 The fruits of labour sweet. 
 
 And now^his heart will dance to see, 
 The labour of his hands to be 
 
 Crown'd with a fruitful year. 
 'Mid plenty he may sit and sing 
 l^ud praises to his God and King I 
 
 With humble heart sincere. 
 
 So I, amid the storms that rise I — 
 To dim my summer's brighter skie« 
 Rejoice the harvest's near.
 
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 That will repay me for ray toil, 
 Amongst the fine luxuriant soil 
 Where fruit may soon appear. 
 
 The vine so fair with clusters hung ! 
 Delights my heart to see them strung ! 
 
 And all now fit for use. 
 Partake ye then in active life, 
 The man, his children, and his wife, 
 
 Feed on delicious juice. 
 
 Till Christ shall gather in his flock, 
 A noble, and a lovely stock, 
 
 The whole of Abraham's seed. 
 We in that day, with hearts of glee ; 
 Shall then the God of Israel see ! 
 
 Once smitten with the reed. 
 
 But now, the sceptre he shall sway ! 
 And reign in everlasting day, 
 
 Jesus ! the king supreme. 
 Where saints (his church) shall boldly stand, 
 With robes of righteousness so grand, 
 
 In splendour and esteem ! 
 
 Then for the last triumphant song! 
 To sound amid the countless throng I 
 Who safely landed are !
 
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 Ten thousand tones the concave swell ! 
 Beyond the bounds of earth and hell, 
 Led by the morning star ! 
 
 The planetudinarians mind ! 
 Shall then engaged be to find 
 
 The heights, and depths of love. 
 Then he shall sing a treble chord 
 High seated by his Royal Lord I 
 
 In brilliant realms above ! 
 
 Where all the sons of God rejoice ! 
 To hear the lovely bridegroom's voice ! 
 
 This favorite note to raise ; — 
 To Him, who wash't us in his blood ! 
 And seal'd us kings and priests to God. 
 
 Be everlasting praise. 
 
 NATURE'S PROOF THERE IS A GOD. 
 
 To attempt to prove there is a God ! 
 
 A useless thing would be ; 
 The path I never saw or trod, 
 
 That dont prove that to me.
 
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 The noble Oak, the Shrub and plant, 
 
 Alike display hi« power ; 
 And every comfort mortals want, 
 
 .Springs in the fairest flower I* 
 
 The grove, the viae, and fruitful trees, 
 Bespeak their maker God ! 
 
 The voice that wispers in the breeze, 
 Is but his silent nod. 
 
 The towering hills I'omantic stand ! 
 
 While valleys lay between ; 
 These prove the work of his own hand, 
 
 In every thing he's seen ! 
 
 The mighty ocean heaving high! 
 
 The foaming billows' surge, 
 lliose several parts of Nature cry! — 
 
 We all from God emerge. 
 
 The summer, winter, autumn, spring, 
 
 Alternate as they move, 
 Bespeak their Author is a King I 
 
 With power Supi-eme, and love. 
 
 Seed-time and harvest, day and night I 
 These, each revolving, state 
 
 Their Author's wisdom ! and foresight : 
 All do, his signal wait. 
 * Christ.
 
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 The sun, the moon, the brilliant stars I 
 
 Move in their several spheres ; 
 And have, amid tumultuous wars, 
 
 Kept order, many years. 
 
 Planets, revolving round the sun, 
 
 Magnificently grand ! 
 In silence, speak! this work is done, 
 
 By an Almighty hand. 
 
 ( hnnipotence alone could form,^ 
 
 Millions of worlds on hig^h ! 
 The' man, a poor conceited worm, 
 
 Would Israel's God defy. 
 
 J^e still, and know that I am God, 
 
 Said He, who hath all power ! 
 And on him, who denies the word, 
 
 My vengeance I will shower. 
 
 SUSPICION OF THE AUTHOR: 
 
 COMPOSED ON THE SPOT, Sep. 24th, 1650. 
 
 While in a sober honest mood, 
 
 I like to canvass round ; 
 With something worthy clothes, and food, 
 
 But nought that is unsound.
 
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 To Sowby-bridge'^' I straightway went. 
 
 Striving to sell my book ; 
 Tlien up tlie hill my steps I bent, 
 
 Close to the village nook. 
 
 While gazing round, with wistful eye I 
 Tavo gents were in a field ; 
 
 With tool in hand, were going to try, 
 How 'tato crops would yield. 
 
 This bcautious spot, mountainous bound. 
 
 And pleasant in the vale! 
 With lovely walks, and fertile ground, 
 
 Gives lustre to my tale. 
 
 While on the hill, where fruit was ripe, 
 And things look'd fair and bonny; 
 
 There stood the master with his gi-ipe ! 
 Who look'd surprising funny. 
 
 Then I, of course, gave him a nod, 
 
 lie quickly did retort ; 
 The ground with caution now was trod, 
 
 His patronage I sought. 
 
 Suspicion 'roFe within his breast, 
 That 1 was playing tricks ; 
 
 So now he'd put me to the test, 
 A nd fast, the tricker fix. 
 
 * A villuge iu tlie west of Yorkshire.
 
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 Good nature and good feeling 'rose 
 
 So manifest in eacli ; 
 He said, some verses now compose. 
 
 And let us read your speech. 
 
 A stranger I to them, of course, 
 
 And they to me the same ; 
 Neither would credit me by force, 
 
 Nor could I either blame. 
 
 Now, promptly did I acquiesce, 
 
 They found pen, ink, and paper ; 
 Thinking they couldn't well do less, 
 
 To see the Poet's caper. 
 
 The lines above, are what I wrote, 
 
 Nor were they wrote in vain ; 
 Or did I spend my time for nought, 
 
 Their patronage — my gain. 
 
 So satisfi'd were they, with what 
 
 They little thought to see ; 
 A proof so ready, mov'd the hat ! 
 
 And well rewarded me. 
 
 Two gems they got, and comfort more, 
 
 The which I'm writing now. 
 Was ordered, to increase their store, 
 
 We parted with a bow.
 
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 This is the way to test the thing, 
 And prove that Wright is right I 
 
 The subject to a focus bring, 
 And guard against a bite. 
 
 Cutaneous smart, hereby avoid. 
 And manage all so clever ; 
 
 Suspicion in tlie mind's destroy'd ! 
 We live, and love for ever. 
 
 THE POET ON SHEFFIELD MO? 'NT. 
 
 On Shcfiield mount a poet lives, 
 
 By some of high repute, 
 Parnassus streams he freely gives ! 
 
 And wine as it may suit. 
 
 One dav I wc-nt to see the bard ! 
 
 Along with Mr. Taylor, 
 Who watch't the poet very hard, 
 
 'I'hiuking t'would be a failer. 
 
 'I'll' respected poet, I had not, 
 For twenty years seen,
 
 Wright's pof.ms. HS 
 
 '^o ! repair'd unto the spot, 
 lu front of Sheffield green. 
 
 When friend and I had cllmb'd the hill, 
 
 We to his mansion came, 
 And to him read the ' Poets will,' 
 
 Where I, ' Montgomery' name. 
 
 A copy of the same he took, 
 
 So much oblig'd was. he, 
 Before I handed him the book, 
 
 A glass he handed me. 
 
 Contents of which r.o doubt he thought. 
 
 I'd soon make disappear, 
 Not knowing I'd a battle fought 
 
 With wine, as well as beer. 
 
 Said he, 'come Wright, partake of this, 
 
 Accept a glass of wine, 
 Be sure I tender nought amiss, 
 
 This is so SAveet and fine.' 
 
 ' Thank you, kind sir, 1 must decline 
 
 Your fovour in the glass, 
 Who offer such with 'auld lang syne,' 
 
 I always let them pass.'
 
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 'Perliaps,' quoth he 'your friend will take 
 
 The wine I here present?' 
 'Oh yes,' said he, 'I won't forsake 
 
 The glass with good intent, — 
 
 Montgomery! — sir, — your health I drink, 
 And Wright, — come, here's to you; 
 
 A lucky chance we came, I think, 
 For what you can't, I do. 
 
 A pity t'vrould have been you know — 
 
 To disoblige the bard ! 
 His compliments might cooler grow : 
 
 By meeting such reward. 
 
 I take a glass, Avhen I can get — 
 
 The same, so snug and free, 
 I won't allow you to be bet, 
 
 Wliilc you're along with me. 
 
 T. Taylor is my name, you know 
 
 I live in Harvest lane, 
 And when you do incline to go ! 
 
 I'll go with you again.'
 
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 LEGISLATION AND THE BLAST FURNACE. 
 
 All God's commandments we admit, 
 
 Are holy, just and true, 
 Nor should we sew, or spin, or knit, 
 
 One full day in a few. 
 
 The seventh is the Sabbath of — 
 
 The Lord thy God, so good, 
 He hath ordain'd the same in love. 
 
 And seal'd it with his blood. 
 
 That man should this day holy keep ;■ 
 
 Nor desecrate the same — 
 By labour, neither sow, nor reap, 
 
 In honour of his name. 
 
 Who hath appointed full six days 
 
 Wherein to gather food, 
 And he who God's command obeys \ 
 
 Shall ndthing lack, that's good. 
 
 Tho" some I see, who do contend 
 
 The sabbath is their own. 
 And will the same in labour spend^ 
 
 To have their furnace blown I
 
 1 1 ^J Wright's poems. 
 
 Say tbey, 'we have a license got 
 
 l'>om government you see, 
 So we can keep refining pot, 
 
 As hot, as hot can be.' 
 
 Pray tell me who God liccus'd thus V 
 And when, and wherc's the word? 
 
 Which legalizes man to cross — 
 The dictates of his God. 
 
 Ah: daring man, who would presume 
 
 To thwart Omnipotence, 
 And throw aside the best costume 
 
 Not knowing the expense. 
 
 Whv, dread ye not the flames of hell? 
 
 Which are reserv'd for those ! 
 Who will not hear the warning bell, 
 
 And God's command oppose. 
 
 A furnace heated there shall be, 
 lilown by the blast of heaven ! 
 
 I'rom which, who v.on't on earth be free, 
 ('an never be forgiven. 
 
 And those shall burn, as God declares, 
 
 In liquid flames for ever! 
 Who'cr guilty, vengeance never spares ! 
 
 Tho" legislators clever.
 
 WTiiGirr's POEMS. 117 
 
 AN UNIVERSAL ANTFIEM. 
 
 Come all the world, and I will tell — 
 What Christ hath done for me ! 
 
 Truly assert, that all is well, 
 For I, have eyes to see ! 
 
 When in a dark, and gloomy stnte, 
 
 Occasion'd by the fall, 
 The spark within shew'd mercy's gate, 
 
 I did for mercy call. 
 
 Fast bound, with iron fetters on, 
 And lash'd with sorry stroke, 
 
 But presently the smart was gone, 
 And all my fetters broke. 
 
 The same was needful, as oxir foe — 
 
 Had instigated sin. 
 Old Satan struck the desperate blow, 
 
 When time did first besfin. 
 
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 The wound thereby did monstrous swell I 
 
 A set-fast in it grew ! 
 Till Christ, the monster bound in hell. 
 
 And form'd rav soul anew.
 
 H8 Wright's poems. 
 
 Then all tlie in -bred evil train 
 Fell back, to its own source, 
 
 And there I trust it will remain 
 No more to change its course. 
 
 The monster of iniquity- 
 Can never rise to fame, 
 
 Tho' he would claim ubiquity, 
 He do'nt deserve the name. 
 
 The sun of righteousness hath shone ! 
 
 On Adam's fallen race, 
 And Abram saw the lovely morn ! 
 
 Shining in Gospel grace. 
 
 The day, in its progressive move, 
 
 Is ripening now the fruit, 
 And we shall see a v/orld in love! 
 
 AVhen Christ, hath gain'd his suit. 
 
 The time is promisd and must be 
 
 That to the ends of earth ! 
 All nations shall his glory see. 
 
 As brightness to go forth. 
 
 The black, the white, the bond, the free, 
 Each heart shall be imbu'd 
 
 With what will make the world agree 
 When all shall be renew'd —
 
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 In righteousness, and holiness, 
 
 Each face so brilliant shine ! 
 No mark be left to note distress, 
 
 But all in one combine. 
 
 To sound the praise of Christ their king ! 
 
 In univei'sal reign. 
 Then all, shall this new anthem sing. — 
 
 The world is born again ! 
 
 COURTSHIP, MATRIMONY & ALL THE REST. 
 
 One summers evening as I mov'd, 
 
 Along the pleasing vale; 
 Together with her, whom I lov'd, 
 
 Each told their lovely tale. 
 
 The subject of discourse I'll tell, 
 
 ' Tv/as nothing far amiss ; 
 Only to know each other well. 
 
 And so enhance their bliss. 
 
 The brilliant sun had run its course, 
 
 Fair twilight doth appear ; 
 We trace our object to its source, 
 
 To know what brought us here.
 
 |-2«) WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 Tlion sal vvc down in love's embrace, 
 'J'he 8\vout retorts were pure ; 
 
 While striving in the lovely case, 
 A promise to secure. 
 
 Tho" neither dard to instigate, 
 Nor move the question free ! 
 
 Alone I'm left to agitate, 
 The matter rests with me. 
 
 How tardy mov'd the cautious lip, 
 Each tongue was nearly mute ; 
 Afi-aid that they a word should slip, 
 To mar, or lose their suit. 
 
 P,ehold ! a virgin pair are met. 
 No vicious mark between ; 
 
 To cause in after-life regret. 
 Or umbrage low and mean. 
 
 The bargain's struck without a word, 
 To counterpoise the mind ! 
 
 No jarring string can now be heard^ 
 From those in love combin'd. 
 
 Each have within their bosom hid, 
 What prudence lias conceald ; 
 
 Until the challenge to forbid, 
 Is made, then all's reveal'd 1
 
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 NoM- off to Kirk, the knot is tied, 
 Straight home they linked move ; 
 
 For he has got his lovely bride, 
 And she her dearest love. 
 
 Their prestine home no longer known, 
 
 This, both must now forsake ; 
 And learn to recognize their own, 
 
 Then strive to make their cake. 
 
 They set their hands to work anon, 
 
 To plan and so contrive ; 
 Before the youth of day be' gone, 
 
 To keep their age alive. 
 
 There's meal, and milk, and butter too. 
 
 With other useful stuff ; 
 But no luxuriant tunic show. 
 
 Only proAade enough. 
 
 Her needle now so quickly goes. 
 
 And he with spirit moA^es ; 
 She makes and mends their under clothe*, 
 
 He works for whom he loves. 
 
 Their youth so naturely may be. 
 
 With fecundity blest ; 
 As fluch was issu'd fall and free. 
 
 When man got his behest.
 
 122 Wright's poems. 
 
 Then nurture and admonish too, 
 The charge so frcelj given ; 
 
 That each and all may lovely grow. 
 And so prepare for heaven. 
 
 Thrice happy he, whose quiver's full ! 
 
 He cannot have too many ; 
 This band in love together pull, 
 
 And make the honest penny. 
 
 CASTILLO'S FINAL EXIT. 
 
 Ah! Castillo, — thou'rt gone we know. 
 
 But whither, none can tell ; 
 Death struck the blow, then didst thou go, 
 
 To live where all fares well ? 
 I do believe thou didst receive. 
 
 And now enjoys the same. 
 The whole of which, Christ did retrieve, 
 
 And more than I can name ! 
 ni sing the song, with thee ee'r long, 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb, 
 And mix among, the angelic throng, 
 
 To praise the great I am. 
 Whose time I'll wait, in present state 
 
 And tune my music string. 
 Be it soon or late, I'll not abate 
 
 My zeal, for Christ ray king.
 
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 THE BEAUTY OF CLEVELAND. 
 
 AND A RAILWAY TO GUISBRO'! 
 
 The riches of Cleveland do now issue forth, 
 And her romantic hills, are now proving their worth ; 
 Our heautiful town, in the vale was conceal'd, 
 Like the cave of Demosthenes, tho' now is reveal'd! 
 So sung the secluded inhabitants where, 
 Sun'ounded with walks, mid salubrious air, 
 Our spring wood so verdant, and Ilighcliff so bold, 
 The owner of which, will not have them be sold. 
 Tho' Chaloner's heart philanthropic and free, 
 Has granted permission a railway to be — 
 Through his rich domains, where in crossing Love lane, 
 A few passes on, you will Paradise gain. 
 The splendour of which, I have told you before. 
 That in process of time, you should witness the store. 
 The same doth appear, in the mountains around. 
 And in this present year, the presage is found ! 
 South side of Guisbro', the grand station's to be. 
 From whence you have prospect, by land or by sea. 
 V/here the ships are in view, that traverse the main. 
 And you see them return, their port for to gain. 
 As time is advancing, our prospects are grand! 
 Then all lend assistance, but join hand in hand. 
 For each have a portion, and that is to use, 
 To benefit man! let us never refuse.
 
 ISi wkigiit's poems. 
 
 You discern the broad Lint, I Lave cast upon all, — 
 
 To protect those in want, from a slip or a fell ; 
 
 And they who may think, not a friend they shall nee \ 
 
 Are the nearest a slip, unless they take heed. 
 
 My meaning i« this, — ^now employ what you have, 
 
 Hofore a cross step, slip you into the grave, 
 
 Where devices, and knowledge, nor wisdom is found, 
 
 These all are obtain'd alone above gi'ound. 
 
 The more anxious you seek, the more you shall fin(' 
 
 Of subjects to benefit body and mind ; 
 
 We'r thus closely link't, in our passage through lifc- 
 
 In woe, or in weal, like as a man and his wife. 
 
 Societies joining, form links of the chain, 
 
 "Which bears the full weight, to secure their gain ; 
 
 We have strength then in unity, all do admit. 
 
 The more you observe it, the closer youll knit ! 
 
 I speak as a friend, who would wish you do well, 
 
 And assist in the same, by the story I tell. 
 
 But return to the subject, and let us find out, 
 
 What all this lengthened discourse is about, — 
 
 Tis this, — that for ages we've liv'd in a dale 
 
 Where winds, and cross tempests, could never prevail ! 
 
 And in prospect of bliss, permitted to reign : 
 
 While looking for this, a fresh era is seen, — 
 
 Which will gladden your heart's, tho' I prognosticate 
 
 In the midst of the same, God bless your estate, 
 
 T\\e curses of man here, shall no more prevail 
 
 Tliey'vc sadly too long fill'd the top-gallaut sail !
 
 WRIGHT S POEMS. 1 2i» 
 
 From this time henceforward, a thriving you'll be, 
 And they who live longest, perfection may see. 
 The God of old Adam, hath shewn us his power ! 
 And pledg'd himself surety, this very hour ; 
 This — this is the day, wherein brightness appears ! 
 To dispel our darkness, our doubts and our fears. 
 The vile curse is ended, our Lords may unite, — 
 In concert with those, who love and act right ! 
 Don't let us presume to despair of the thing, 
 But pay homage due, unto Israel's king. 
 If in climbing the mount, its summit you reach, 
 In the sequel you'll find, the lesson I'd teach, 
 Keep a watch, or a guard, that pride don't step in, 
 Or you soar from the vale, to a mountain of sin ; 
 Be careful who rise to the top of the tree. 
 And learn to be wise by the subject you see ; 
 For if the winds blow, and the tree give a shake 
 You fall from the simimit, and sink in the lake. 
 Now in faith travel on, so active and free. 
 In ev'ry good project, v.'e'U always agree ; 
 My friends here at Guisbro', assist me to sing — 
 The philanthropic song, that comfort shall bring ! 
 Then joyfully move, to the mount or the vale. 
 While sweet, lovely breezes, our senses regale, 
 Locomotives in flight now, shall brighten the eye. 
 And nought in the world then, can Cleveland outvie I 
 Tis seen just at hand, that your prospect is fair
 
 126 Wright's poems. 
 
 I'm glad to announce, you may each have a share, 
 
 In my travels I see, noble heads in a fuss 
 
 Then why cannot we, have a fine omnibus ! 
 
 To ride in, and not to go limping along — 
 
 Like a dog that is lame, or a discordant song. 
 
 Then our canny old folks, who have never gone far, 
 
 May take a trip up, to see Britain's fair star!* 
 
 And the large population, in London who dwell, 
 
 So when they return, what a story they'll tell ! 
 
 About Dukes, Lords, and Knights, fine Ladies and that, 
 
 As they rode in the can-iage they could'nt see what ! 
 
 For they flew as they went, haNang pop't in and out, 
 
 Says Roger to Ben, — ' this is London no doubt ! 
 
 I wouldn't believe man, now once in my day 
 
 Without horses and carts we could travel away ! 
 
 Archimedlan touch, or lever in hand, 
 
 With head full of wit, have the world at command !' 
 
 *How astonishing this,' says our Guisbro' gray! 
 
 ' That here now at home, we should have a railway ! 
 
 The wealth of our hills, and our valleys proclaim. 
 
 The beauty of Cleveland, and honour its name ! 
 
 • Queen Victoria.
 
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 THE PITCH-FORK. 
 
 While on the ground where engines work, 
 
 In Middiesbro' you'll see ; 
 There rose a subject, or pitch-fork ! 
 
 Thus handled by me. 
 
 The sober work-men, acted well, 
 
 In their appointed place ; 
 Tho' here, I may with sorrow tell, 
 
 Were drunkards in disgrace. 
 
 One pounc'd with such affected glee. 
 
 As he was call'd a clerk ! 
 Tho' with himself could not agree, 
 
 For single Dogs, will bark. 
 
 He cholous, came to me and said, 
 
 Who legalized you here? 
 You must have got a busy head. 
 
 Or drank a vast of beer. 
 
 I answer'd Vaughan, and Bolckow did, 
 The masters whom ye serve ; 
 
 I hope you will not me forbid ! 
 Or yet relax my nerve.
 
 128 Wright's poems. 
 
 You lie, you rascal move along, 
 I will not have you here ! 
 
 You wrote a book, and in your eon"-, — 
 Abuse my good strong beer. 
 
 You lay my traffic out so bare. 
 Your books are nought but lies ; 
 
 You get them up a fine spun air ! 
 By which your tune to rise. 
 
 Now move along or I will kick, 
 The Cleveland Poet's rump. 
 
 Or I shall use my master's stick, 
 And make you dance or jump. 
 
 Is a thought to the jaundis'd eye, 
 
 All yellow doth appear ; 
 He must have turn'd his head awry, 
 
 By drinking too much beer! 
 
 As such, he cannot sec things straight. 
 
 His senses are lock't up ; 
 The glimmer of the sun so bright, — 
 
 He'd snatch, and try to sup. 
 
 Eurag'd, he stands with fist to fell, 
 
 The shadow of himself! 
 A tribe he sees, then dooms to hell, 
 
 The foremost kindred elf.
 
 whigut's poems. 1*29 
 
 I Btood hard by, and saw liim rage! 
 
 His breath pernicious flam'd ! 
 That nought but water could assuage, 
 
 The element I've naui'd. 
 
 The person whom I mention in, 
 
 The sequel of my talc ; 
 Sells brandy, whiskey, rum and gin! 
 
 And kegs of beer and ale! 
 
 This man is tall, and lank or thin, 
 
 And often does get tipsy ; 
 His tongue betrays him dark within, 
 
 Much more so than a gipsy. 
 
 A bousy corpulence came next. 
 So punchy scarce could roll ! 
 Presenting me a woeful text, 
 * Big body, and wee soul ! 
 
 A proof of which I will attest. 
 He curs'd and swore amain ! 
 
 To all society a pest, 
 
 With small or madden'd brain. 
 
 If ever he had more I guess, 
 
 Contracted is his store ; 
 The more he drinks, the mind is less, 
 
 Than ever 'twas before.
 
 190 whigiit's poems. 
 
 The faculties of mind are such, 
 
 By use will so expand ! 
 And towering rise, without a crutch, 
 
 Or staff in either hand. 
 
 I dont speak in disparagement, 
 Of mind, w4nch God hath given ; 
 
 For 'twas his own, and sure intent, 
 That each should reign in heaven. 
 
 I would with purpose deprecate, 
 
 Abuse of precious store ; 
 By which we mar our present state, 
 
 And fix a lasting sore. 
 
 Let me advise man for his good, 
 
 And never dare to touch ; 
 The thing that's worse than poisonous food, 
 
 Alcoholic drink is such ! 
 
 T'will lessen all the powers of mind, 
 
 So capable of bliss ! 
 And cast man's benefit behind, 
 
 Yea, heaven itself he'll miss ! 
 
 Then whcre's the man, Ah ! where is he. 
 Who play'd this part on earth; 
 
 He's lost to all eternity. 
 
 The soul, what is its worth V
 
 weight's poems. 131 
 
 GENTLE CORRECTION OF SOME UNCULTI- 
 VATED PETTY-FOGGING GENTLEMEN! 
 
 BY A. FEW OF THEIR VERY BEST FRIENDS. 
 GISBRO', 1852. 
 
 Such work we have in this our day ! 
 
 Amongst a certain class, 
 Who throw all righteousness away, 
 
 And worship Gods of brass. 
 
 Or gold, and silver, as I mean, 
 You'U see their plan just now, 
 
 At school with Gry pus they have been^ 
 And unto mammon bow. 
 
 One plac'd himself in Guisbro' Town ! 
 
 Some name him Wedge, or Trover, 
 He chang'd his face, from smile to frown 
 
 Thinking to feed on clover. 
 
 But Guisbro' folk's are not such fools— ^ 
 
 To take up with a Drover! 
 They will not have such mimic tools, 
 
 Nor can he, them get over.
 
 132 Wright's toems. 
 
 Much to their credit I may say, 
 
 G ood principle maintain ; 
 They like to work while it is day ! 
 
 Their project for to gain. 
 
 The Bubject here, I have in hand, — 
 
 To which submit to bend, 
 The moral you shall understand — 
 
 Before I reach the end. 
 
 Much pain'd I feel, for to expose, — 
 
 A pettifogging clan, 
 Tho' when they're sick, they need a dose . 
 
 I like an honest man! 
 
 Mark! one with sinister intention — 
 Decoy'd his lord and master, 
 
 And by the scheme of base invention — 
 Propos'd a healing plaster. 
 
 Guisbro', was never us'd to such — 
 Law, upstart, mongrel stuff. 
 
 With these invectives, one light touch 
 We find, is quite enough! 
 
 For if they get a leg in once, 
 They'll try to shove the body ! 
 
 Afraid they'll get no other chance, 
 As roguery is their study.
 
 Wright's poems. 133 
 
 The world will soon be rid of these, 
 
 No pleasure they haA'e got, 
 And tho' they strive themselves to please. 
 
 They go! with fire and shot. 
 
 Who doom at once by their own deed 
 Themselves, in deeds for others. 
 
 While justice they profess to read, 
 Do rob their very brother's. 
 
 We won't allow this mongrel race 
 
 To mar our native beauty. 
 Such crocodile's in mimic grace 
 
 To discard is your duty. 
 
 He placed himself 'mid gentlemen 
 
 Of high respect, and birth, 
 Whose acts of legislative ken. 
 
 Have prov'd their sterling worth. 
 
 An action here the Trover wants ! 
 
 To wedge up our estate, 
 Behold him now ! he foams, and pants. 
 
 When he is found too late. 
 
 Away with wedger ! drive him out, 
 
 And let him seek a place. 
 Or sit and sew a piece of clout 
 
 To wipe off his disgrace.
 
 134 Wright's poems. 
 
 This ia'nt all! some more I'll mention 
 
 Of his fraternity, 
 As now it is my just intention 
 
 To show the lawyer's fee. 
 
 Wev'e felt 111- Weather, Weather- 111 
 
 As bad as need to be, 
 For when he puts folk through his drill, 
 
 He charges double fee. 
 
 And this is t'way they get their bread, 
 Who' r limbs so big at law, 
 
 Wills they can make! when folks are dead ! 
 And write, (they said it so.) 
 
 At Yarm, surely a Foe doth sit 
 
 Beside the magistrate, 
 There he can sew, and spin, and knit ! 
 
 Most awful to relate. 
 
 And one at DarUngton there is. 
 Smart as a Peacock's feather, 
 Who cannot look with honest phiz, 
 On me, and mine together. 
 
 Let this suffice, the truth I've spoke, 
 
 Tho' harsh it be, 'tis just! 
 For when I WTitc, I seldom joke, 
 
 ril not betray my trust.
 
 Wright's poems. 135 
 
 Those who dispute what I have said, 
 
 I here invite to me, 
 No doubt my works you've often read 
 
 Throughout, in equity. 
 
 The woe pronounc'd is valid yet, 
 
 On, the lawyer's who will 
 The Orphan and the Widow fret. 
 
 These scripture truth's fulfil. 
 
 In this fraternity you must 
 
 Have mercy on yourselve's ! 
 Most of your deeds are quite unjust 
 
 As Satan and his elves. 
 
 Do try to mind your deeds, and then ! 
 
 Legitimate you'll prove 
 By deeds, or better actions, when 
 
 Judg'd by your God above. 
 
 Hark here! he then pops in to tell 
 Our esquire, that all was wrong, 
 
 But we don't want the tinkling bell, 
 Or his discordant song. 
 
 A Gent of ' Honor,' (Mr. Small) 
 
 Says, 'put the booby out! 
 For litigation we've no call, 
 
 Thou's just a thing of nought.
 
 13G wkight's poems. 
 
 We've got some men of sense to guard, 
 A nd right conduct the plan, 
 
 Who ask no fee, nor yet reward, 
 They act their part as man. 
 
 We've nought but friends, and kindred here I 
 
 Who 30 detcrmiu'd are, 
 A railway, we shall have this year, 
 
 Guisbro' must be a star! 
 
 To shine in ages yet to come, 
 
 And grace posterity! 
 Hereby they'll see we've been at hora« 
 
 To train our progeny. 
 
 Ye men of sense go fonvard now, 
 The locomotive urge. 
 
 And never scrape with mimic bow- 
 To fulmination's surge. 
 
 '&* 
 
 Our noblemen are so endow'd 
 With judgment and with sense, 
 
 Much labour on us they've bestow'd 
 We can't with them dispense. 
 
 Now let this subject take effect, 
 Ye lawyer's mind your eye! 
 
 As you may find your own defect, 
 And prove it by and by.
 
 Wright's poems. 137 
 
 What wrongs you may have done to m«, 
 
 I freely all forgive l 
 But, exercise your eyes to see, 
 
 And let your neighbour's live. 
 
 NAMES IN TOTO. 
 
 Names oft are very curious set, 
 
 And providentially so ; 
 That those who wish, may not be bet, 
 
 To guard against a foe.. 
 
 All vice attack, my worthy scribe, 
 And virtue ! speak aloud ; 
 
 For she will never take a br^jbe. 
 Or truth, hide in a shi'oud. 
 
 Those who discern themselves in this, 
 
 O.ught not to be offended ; 
 For if their deed were not amiss, 
 
 I never should have penn'd it.
 
 138 Wright's poems. 
 
 Beware ye monstrous limbs at law, 
 
 An awful curse remains I 
 On those who practice so, and so, 
 
 To get their petty gains. 
 
 Whereby upon themselves they draw, 
 
 The vengeance of a God ! 
 Who can't his just deci-ees forgo. 
 
 Or spare his pending rod. 
 
 I'll- weather bought a book of me. 
 For which he ne'er would pay ; 
 
 Perhaps he wants a Lawyer's fee ! 
 To help him on his way. 
 
 Some scores of pounds I've paid the man, 
 
 Double and treble fold ; 
 But now lets watch these while we can, 
 
 Do'nt come within their mould, 
 
 No other motive have I here 
 Than this, well understood. 
 
 And wish you with a heart sincero 
 To eat, sound, honest food.
 
 WRIGUT S rOEMS. 
 
 139 
 
 AN INUENDO. 
 
 Oui' Magistrate's I ever hold, 
 
 With high respect indeed ! 
 But cannot countenance those bold, — 
 
 Low pettifogging breed! 
 
 Who place themselves by gentlemen, 
 And shew their brazen face; 
 
 Then scribble with a mimic pen, 
 And oft decide the case. 
 
 Let those in power but exercise, 
 
 Their own most legal right ; 
 We should'nt need those would-be- wise, 
 
 To darken council bright. 
 
 The' you are men, and we the same, 
 
 Distinctions there must be ; 
 True wisdom, won't approve the garaa 
 
 That's not in equity. 
 
 Such keep their eye upon your wealth, 
 Admire your dog, and horse! 
 
 And drink to you the best of health, 
 While fingering your purse.
 
 140 WKiGirr's i'oemb. 
 
 Pray keep aloof from parley laws, 
 As much as ee'r you can, 
 
 For sure they will bring in a clause. 
 To spoil an honest man. 
 
 MOKAL 
 
 Both law and justice you may have, 
 A small piece for a penny ; 
 
 But if you do for justice crave. 
 Its seldom you get any. 
 
 PICTURE OF A SHIPWRECK. 
 
 ALL LOST, AND ALL SAVED ! ! 
 
 Wide spread on the ocean we travel awa}', 
 
 Tho' all did in unity start. 
 As veins in the body diffused may lay, 
 
 Adherence is close to the heart. 
 
 While each in the system, have work to perforin, 
 
 Be it large, or small the degree. 
 All are subject in time, to calm and to storm 
 
 As vessels that sail on the sea.
 
 wRicnTs roExMS. 141 
 
 On our journey cross winds will drive U9 apart, 
 
 Or throw us far back in the rear, 
 High billows may roll, and waves run athwart, 
 
 Yet, having the compass we steer. 
 
 Some have rose with high flow, while thus speeding 
 well, 
 
 'Till a tempest sprung up in the front. 
 When behold ! what a change, the gaUant-mast fell .' 
 
 And the ship taking fire, was bum't ; 
 
 To a piece of the wreck, each man made his way, 
 
 Then clung to his slender resort. 
 Contrasting the present, with that happy day. 
 
 When the vessel was safe in the port. 
 
 But now the reverse, — ^her limbs are dissever'd, 
 
 Her body is nought but a wreck. 
 Nor is there a chance that we be deliver'd. 
 
 Our hearts feel acutely the shock ! 
 
 Far away from all aid, tho' thousands there be 
 Who might if they could, give assistance. 
 
 But we are alone, on the wide spreading sea, 
 Our friends now are all at a distance. 
 
 With faltering heart, we each cling to the wood, 
 
 And fain would a benefit crave, 
 Ere' we by the tempest, o'erwhelm in the flood. 
 
 And sink in a watery grave.
 
 142 weight's poems. 
 
 While looking around, on the billows that rise, 
 
 With voice so tremendously harsh, 
 Metliinks that these mountains all eflPort dcficB, 
 
 A nd yawTis at me, every lash ! 
 
 IJut the uplifted heart, now apply's to the eourco, 
 
 Which gave to the ocean its power ; 
 Yea, the wind and the tide, each one in their course, 
 
 Are held in his fist, so secure. 
 
 Thus on the wide sea, when Peter was sinking ! 
 
 For want of the faith that was needed ; 
 The trial of which, on the hoi-der was blinking. 
 
 When hope in the same was succeeded. 
 
 But courage and faith, Avith affiance in God, 
 
 Will ever protect us from harm ; 
 "When we in a storm can rely on his word! 
 
 He instantly speaks it a calm. 
 
 Tho' this be the case, that the body may perish, 
 
 The mind cannot go to decay ! 
 If in the mid while, its virtues we cherish, 
 
 ' Twill out-shine, the sun at mid-day ! 
 
 IIow splendid the thought is, when ought seems amiss, 
 
 And crosses so mountainous rise ; 
 They all shall contribute enhancement of bliss, 
 
 The heavier, the greater the prize !
 
 weight's poems. 143 
 
 Here, all start at one point, and spread in the marcli 
 
 A 8 we move on the ocean of time ! 
 Tho' often we meet, and contend in the search 
 Of bliss, in yon thrice happy clime ! 
 
 St. Panl nobly states, what he gain'd counted loss ! 
 
 And all that he lost, counted gain ! 
 The silver and gold, and the rubies are dross, 
 
 Compared with what does remain. 
 
 The soul is the gem, in the casket below! 
 
 If it be imbued with love. 
 In confidence here, he does now feel and know, 
 
 That he shall enjoy them above. 
 
 Be assur d of this then, that body and mind. 
 
 Both again united shall be ! 
 Tho' much we may lose, more than all we shall find. 
 When landed be vend the wide sea! 
 
 THE WINTER'S NIGHT AMUSEMENT. 
 
 One winter's night when snow was falling, 
 
 I well remember yet ; 
 We'd no discordant noise or bawling, 
 
 Secure from cold and wet.
 
 144 "WKIGnT's I'OKMS. 
 
 Tho" winds were whistling loud witaont. 
 
 We'd harmony ^vithin ; 
 Each body healthy, blythe, and stout, 
 
 House, tidy as a pin. 
 
 The inmates all were suug and cozy, 
 While mother sang with pleasure ; 
 
 Amid her offspring gay and rosy, 
 Father enjoy 'd his treasure. 
 
 William, Richard, and your honour. 
 Each tun'd their instrument ; 
 
 And then struck up a noble sonor, 
 The subject was ' Content ! ' 
 
 With melody each heart rebounded. 
 While vocal strains -vibrate ! 
 
 And mother's voice vdih echo sounded. 
 Sweet home ! thrice happy state. 
 
 Here's sister Mary, Hannah, Ann, 
 
 Each did the song repeat. 
 As all in one with pleasure can. 
 
 When Comfort is complete. 
 
 Mcthinks this state should always lajrt, 
 
 Or something better far I 
 When time, and winter nights are paet. 
 
 Beyond the polar star !
 
 WEIGHT 8 POEMS. 
 
 145 
 
 Here father paus'd to moralize — 
 
 On this delightful scene ; 
 And thus instructed us to rise ! 
 
 Above things low and mean. 
 
 Aspire to better company I 
 
 Than you can find below, 
 To join in sweetest symphony, 
 
 Where every part you know. 
 
 Here circumstances may divide, 
 Each, from each lov'd embrace. 
 
 Where oft the current, wind, and tide, 
 Leaves life without a trace. 
 
 One passage to fair Canaan's port ! 
 
 There is, which all may gain ! 
 And none through Christ who truly sought, 
 
 Did ever seek in vain. 
 
 THE PRINCIPAL OF COMFORT. 
 
 There is some Comfort in an honest heart, 
 
 But more by far when virtue guides the will ! 
 
 Increasing still as we from sin depart, 
 
 And more when God's commandments we fulfil, 
 a
 
 146 Wright's poems. 
 
 Comfort there is, when all our acts portend ! 
 
 Thus to e i It confidence, wc can. 
 With no reward induc'd our manners mend, 
 
 Then yield implicit, for the weal of man. 
 
 There's Comfort in the truth made known, 
 Without duplicity, or motive mean ; 
 
 Although revenge, and hatred may be shown, 
 By t".iosc who issue forth their native spleen. 
 
 Comfort ! wc find in every stage of life, 
 By one grand motto, and unerring guide ; 
 
 To seek the weal of man, devoid of strife ! 
 And for his wants in everything provide. 
 
 Comfort ! there is, within tlic humble cot, 
 Of those imbu'd with principal as he ; 
 
 Whose eye Omnicient, cast their happy lot ! 
 And Comfort gives to all in unity. 
 
 Love, is the spring of Comfort, in the breast — 
 Of those Avho do the gracious boon retain ; 
 
 And wear conspicuous The Koyal Crest, 
 
 Then every Comfort tlirough the t-amc we gain. 
 
 MOHAL. AN UNDEFINED PROBLEM. 
 
 If principal and infrest of the whole remain, 
 
 Untarnlsird by their use, or lessen d in the store; 
 
 What is the net amount, which those who strive 
 shall gain. 
 
 Who principal and int'rest use for evermore.
 
 Wright's poems- 147 
 
 PARLIAMENTARY DISCUSSIONS. 
 
 Parliament, D F — This word is of Frencli derivation, taken 
 from the word (purler) to spe.ik; it was first applied says — 
 " Blackstone," to tlie general assemblies of the states, under 
 Louis the seventh, in Franoe, abo-.u the middle of the twelfth 
 eentnry ; the earliest mention of it iu the Statutes, is in th» 
 preamble to the statute of Westminster, A. D: 1272. 
 
 Those Parliaments ! are meant to parley — 
 
 On things when out of order ; 
 But let each use their judgment fairly, 
 
 And keep a true recorder. 
 The air you breath let it be pure, 
 
 Then healthy emanations — 
 Are likely to succeed, and cure, 
 
 The malady of nations. 
 Ye men who Parley, Parley well ! 
 
 While set in Parliament ; 
 Then I'd to future ages tell, 
 
 Your honest good intent. 
 As words alone are nought but wind, 
 
 Let acts here prove the deed ; 
 Whereby in time we re sure to find, 
 
 Good frait from lovely seed. 
 Then shall the day long wish'd for be 
 
 A credit to us all ; 
 When truth is spread from sea to sea! 
 
 And peace from pole to pole I
 
 148 Wright's poems. 
 
 AN ACROSTIC. 
 
 I canuot spend my time to AVTite, 
 On things of no avail ; 
 How can I find a picture bright, 
 Neither with hill or dale ? 
 
 Wortliy the artist's quick-set eye, 
 Rough sketching on his march. 
 If he were with the smooth to tryr^ 
 Gazing on azure arch ! 
 He'd never find his subject dry — 
 Ting'd with, new-born research. 
 
 THE LANDLORDS FRIEND. 
 
 I us'd to be so fill'd with pain, 
 That I'd take a little wee drop 
 
 Of gin, from which I never could wane 
 Myself, or yet make a full stop. 
 
 My wife and her brood learnt the trick. 
 Who had the example by ma ; 
 
 She'd up with her foot and she'd kick, 
 My rump, when I went to my tea.
 
 Wright's poems. ^^^ 
 
 Then I would soon have a rap in, 
 And let her know who was the head, 
 
 But we made It all up with gin ; 
 And off we cut reeling to hed. 
 
 Nor had I a long time to lay, 
 
 Ee'r tremens were filling my brains ; 
 
 Some heard me a mile off to say, 
 Ah Betty, what's getten my banes. 
 
 Just luke up aboon them oad shelves, 
 
 Behold what an army there is ! 
 It must be the De'el and his elves, 
 
 D'ye see what a comical phiz. 
 
 Then up I would jump in a rage, 
 
 And threaten by all that is good ; 
 I'd catch the old boy in his cage. 
 
 And then be reveng'd of his blood. 
 
 I pelted and struck out amain, 
 
 And batter'd the posts of my bed ; 
 As these could' nt answer again, 
 
 I wounded my own sony head. 
 
 In the morn we each one arose, 
 
 And all were amazed together ; 
 We grappled to get on our clothes. 
 
 But lo ! they were hmig on a tedder.
 
 150 Wright's poems. 
 
 At pop-shop I'd been night before, 
 I'd pop't tho.Ir bit clothes all within ; 
 
 And mine were half-hung on the door, 
 To get us Rum, Drandy, and Gin. 
 
 Ah Betty, now what docs thou think ? 
 
 Can we turn ourselves right about? 
 We've swallowed our clothes all in drink, 
 
 They're gone far enough there's no doubt! 
 
 Come set on and make us some tea, 
 Or coffee my lass, if thou can ; 
 
 Why Johnny, now that cannot be, 
 I neither have kettle nor pan ! 
 
 For these went a shopping thou knows, 
 Along with the rest, which thou took ; 
 
 I neither have money nor clothes. 
 Or ought in the house for to cook! 
 
 Why Betty, w-c have brought our hogs, 
 To a very fine market indeed ; 
 
 And thus are we. lm*ch d in the bogs. 
 This lesson should make us take heed. 
 
 Thou sees we have nothing in't house. 
 No butter, or bacon, or bread ; . 
 
 We arc poorer than a church mouse, 
 And in a short time we's be dead.
 
 Wright's poems. 151 
 
 ril tell thee what Betty I'm thinking, 
 
 If thou will consent to the same ; 
 We 11 all give np our base drinking, 
 
 And take up a Teetotal name ! 
 
 That's right John, we'll all sign the pledge, 
 I'm determin'd that I'll try the plan ; 
 
 'With chisel, and hammer, and wedge, 
 We'll release the kettle and pan. 
 
 Just so the whole family did, 
 
 A nd stuck to the text like a priest ; 
 
 So now they can lift up the lid, 
 And out of the pot, have a feast. 
 
 Of fat things and all full of marrow. 
 
 They've money to buy what they need ; 
 
 Before, they could scarce get a sparrow, 
 But now they deliciously feed. 
 
 John's Children are all at the school, 
 
 So cleanly and tidy they go ; 
 And he can well handle the tool, 
 
 Which keeps them from sorrow and woe 
 
 He has got a superfine coat. 
 
 His wife has got a new gown ; 
 The landlord can laugh at their sport. 
 
 He alone may sit as a clown-
 
 152 Wright's poems. 
 
 If he can't be better einploy'd, 
 He may mope and think of his trade ; 
 
 See how many lives he's destroy'd, 
 And how many beggars he's made. 
 
 Hear him counting one and go one, 
 Himself and wife Avith the rest ; 
 
 His children each one in their turn, 
 And all to mankind are a pest. 
 
 What a trade, or a traffic is this, 
 To deal out the poisonous glass ; 
 
 And spoil or annihilate bliss, 
 
 Which ought to be felt by the mass. 
 
 Give it up, give it up dear lad ! 
 
 I can feel for thee as a friend ; 
 I know that thy heart is oft sad. 
 
 For Comfort, let sorrow now end. 
 
 I'll give you my hand as a brother. 
 If this you will promise to me ; 
 
 To act the land father and mother, 
 And set all the family free !
 
 WRIGHT'S POEMS. 153 
 
 THERE IS NO LOVE ABOUT THE HOUSE. 
 
 There is no love about the house, 
 
 There is no love at aU ; 
 There is no love about the house, 
 
 Man lost it by his fall ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Satan hun-ies and worries, 
 
 And 'tis his hearts delight ; 
 To tease his childi-en all the day, 
 
 And trouble them at night. 
 
 Let's drive the Devil from the house, 
 
 Let's drive him far away ; 
 Then we'll have love about the house. 
 
 And have it every day. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Then send him back unto his hell. 
 
 Alone to suffer pain ; 
 As he's the owner of the cell, 
 
 Pray let him there remain. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 But we'll have love about the house, 
 The brightest ever shone ; 
 g2
 
 154 wrigut's poems. 
 
 So we may in the same carouse, 
 From evening unto morn. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Enjoyment was for man dcsign'd, 
 And he shall have it too ; 
 
 Although he is with sia cntwin'd, 
 He need'nt in it grow. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Old Satan has his evil plans, 
 He has no love at all ; 
 
 And with his flaming fiery brands 
 Would fain leap o'er the wall. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 But love Avill quell his fiery rage, 
 And bind him in his den ; 
 
 Let's all in one, with love engage, 
 He's surely conquor'd then. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 ' But we will have him driven back, 
 
 To his most dismal cave ; 
 As his best deeds are ever black. 
 He always was a knave. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Now by this short epitome, 
 Id have the truth be known ;
 
 Wright's poems. IW 
 
 And urge you in the pantomy, 
 To make true love your own. 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 For she carries and marries, 
 And 'tis her whole delight ; 
 
 To entertain her votaries. 
 
 With Comfort day and night. 
 
 A DESCANT ON THE PASSIONS. 
 
 STANZA I. 
 
 Vile passions strong, I find we must 
 By no means them indulge ; 
 
 For oft they do betray their trust, 
 The secret to divultre. 
 
 ^&"- 
 
 And then the man is quite unman'd, 
 
 No government has he ; 
 Nor can he use fair Reason's wand, 
 
 However strong he be. 
 
 'G 
 
 WSvi vary a-)': t) u^a at si^'ii, 
 Vv'hat seems to gratify ; 
 
 And think our inclination right. 
 But do it on the siv.
 
 156 WRIGHTS POEMS, 
 
 Tho', on reflection's calm survey, 
 
 A benefit we find ; 
 And choose, with her the safer way, 
 
 Which brings, sweet peace, to mind. 
 
 When Reason is well exercis'd. 
 These passions then fall back, 
 
 By which they should be catechis'd, 
 Or plac'd upon the rack. 
 
 The' in the same quotidian path, 
 
 Fastidious we are ; 
 Yet he who is the strongest, hath 
 
 No strength of mind to spare. 
 
 Never allow your passions strong, 
 To take fair reason's chair ; 
 
 Usurping power, wliich does belong 
 To her alone! — the heir. 
 
 To rule, conduct, and govern all 
 Those passions of the mind ; 
 
 But if they reign, the man will fall, 
 And reason must go blind. 
 
 How sad the picture 1 have drawn, 
 Tho' true, we all may grant ; 
 
 Yet, where the subject is not known, 
 A portion we shall want.
 
 Wright's poems. 157 
 
 For if to sheer experience, we 
 Defer tlie same and try ; 
 
 Then in the end we shall agree, 
 When we've had this to buy. 
 
 But if you buy the thing too dear. 
 Don't lay the blame on me ; 
 
 As I have shewn the subject clear, 
 Those who have eyes may see. 
 
 STANZA 11. 
 
 Virulent passions rise and swell, 
 
 To seas of mortal strife, 
 In those who think they're acting well, 
 
 Their duty while in -life. 
 
 Tho' now emers'd so deep within, 
 
 That none can extricate ; 
 The victim of this raging sin. 
 
 Nor crime obliterate. 
 
 Which rose at first by nothing less 
 
 Than yielding to self-will ; 
 Inevitable man's distress. 
 
 In guilt he swells the bill. 
 
 The mighty ocean now is full, 
 Nor can it empti'd be ;
 
 158 Wright's poems. 
 
 Unless mankind united pull, 
 To gain their liberty. 
 
 Impurity of motive swells, 
 This mole-hill to the skies ; 
 
 And only one ingredient tells, 
 To make man truly wise. 
 
 Now this is surely love alone ! 
 
 When seated in the heart ; 
 Its subject rests from night to mom, 
 
 Commotions all depart. 
 
 Vile passions are subserviant now, 
 
 Adorning master-piece ; 
 No ostentation can they show, 
 
 Distm-bance ever cease. 
 
 Then let me have the tranquil frame, 
 
 Of mind that is at rest ! 
 The sparks of which, rise to a flame, 
 
 And shine for ever bless'd. 
 
 Tumults and tossings too and fro, 
 Ai'c from mv bosom rent : 
 
 This was, and is, and must be so, 
 Of nothing- to repent.
 
 Wright's poems. 159 
 
 Then at the final scene to start, 
 On wings of love to fly ; 
 
 Where all is purity of heart, 
 And life shall never die. 
 
 There to enjoy the presence of 
 Vast millions gone before ; 
 
 The fruits of undefined love, 
 With all her blessed store. 
 
 'Mid cherubim, and seraphim, 
 And they whose robes are white, 
 
 For ever in the sight of him. 
 Who is their chief delight. 
 
 THE SILVERY LOCKS OF THE CHRISTIAN. 
 
 These silveiy locks in the midst of my days, 
 Redound to my honour and pleasure ; 
 
 While my heart is engag'd, in sounding the praise 
 Of Jesu's ! immaculate treasure ! 
 
 From the crown of my head, all flowing around, 
 
 The snowy-white hair doth appear, 
 So delightful is this, while my joy doth abound, 
 
 At the presage of closing the year.
 
 160 Wright's poems. 
 
 In righteousness found, and with faith to believe, 
 
 That my Saviour is all unto me ! 
 With the witness within, not a soul can decieve, 
 
 The subject of liberty free ! 
 
 Tho' hoary, and fair, be the soft flowing hair, 
 
 Ornamenting the studious head. 
 Yet, the heart it rebounds in the midst of all care, 
 
 And with heavenly manna 'tis fed. 
 
 The spring of my life, having hopefully spent. 
 
 Right on to meridian day. 
 In possession of which, with no cause to relent. 
 
 That my days have pass'd quickly away. 
 
 The sweet retrospective, brings peace to the mind, 
 
 And comfort to all who possess ; 
 The beauty of which, while their glancing behind. 
 
 On the whole, with no mark of distress. 
 
 When good seed is sown on luxuriant soil, 
 And the weeds are all gather'd from thence. 
 
 Well manur'd by grace, then nothing can foil, 
 Its fruit, in the midst of pretence. 
 
 Ah ! 'tis watered well, with the dew from above. 
 Brought forth by the heat of the sun, 
 
 In the eve of the day, all plum'd as a dove, 
 Rejoicing, — the harvest's begun.
 
 WRIGnx's POEMS, IGl 
 
 The most blessed time of man's life Is the close! 
 
 When his path is bedecked with green, 
 Having weather'd the storms, and now in repose, 
 
 The elements all are -serene. 
 
 Then the snowy white hair on the head that is old, 
 
 Betokens a crown of delight. 
 In reserve for the sire, more precious than gold, 
 
 While his armom- is glittering bright. 
 
 Salvation ! the helmet to cover his head, 
 Yea, the bright shield of faith ! on his arm. 
 
 And the sword of the spirit ! by which he is led, 
 To the land that is pleasant and warm. 
 
 Let all who see this, pay the honour that's due, 
 
 To the pilgi'Im that's far on his way, 
 Or you by and bye, may have cause for to rue. 
 
 When your own lock's are silvery gray. 
 
 LOVE, AND THEY SAY. 
 
 They say that Yoi-kshire folk are bites, 
 And shew their actions mean. 
 
 But London folk put all to rights ! 
 And lick the country clean.
 
 162 Wright's poems. 
 
 Sometimes they say the thing that's wrong, 
 
 To suit their vicious taste ; 
 And mix with fallacy their song, 
 
 They sing with spleen, or haste. 
 
 Did you but notice all they say, 
 
 You d often make mistake ; 
 And seldom tread the truthful way, 
 
 Your cake would hardly bake. 
 
 Now, what we really sec and know, 
 
 We do at once believe ; 
 Mere words of fiction, are but show, 
 
 And oft mankind deceive. 
 
 Mark ! Cities, Countries, Nations too, 
 
 I've canvass d far and wide ; 
 Of which, found none more fair and true, 
 
 Than they of Yorkshire side. 
 
 Don't think that I'm thrasonical, 
 
 And all but self exclude ; 
 By this most simple article, 
 
 My patrons to delude. 
 
 No pettish, low design is this, 
 Mankind arc all my friends ; 
 
 Of none would I now speak amiss, 
 Hai-k ! how the subject ends.
 
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 Where philanthropic beautj' reigns, 
 
 With unanimity ; 
 Then Charity her strength maintains, 
 
 Throughout eternity. 
 
 "lis true, the same begins at home, 
 And very right it should; 
 
 Or languishing we'd often roam, 
 And stick quite fast in mud. 
 
 The' when we see a neighbour down, 
 
 Let each assistance give ; 
 To raise him up, and not to frown, 
 
 But smile to see him live. 
 
 May we as men, attend to this. 
 
 And do the good we can ; 
 Nor ever at our neighbour hiss, 
 . Be honest, man to man. 
 
 Our Father hath the same desire, 
 Who rules the host above ; 
 
 No more from us doth he require, 
 Than this, — the purest love !
 
 164 wrigut's poems. 
 
 THE PRESS. 
 
 Mark well your points! 
 
 Ye Printers ! who may think ye're wise- 
 Above the copy written ; 
 
 Metliinks you've got a pair of eyes — 
 
 So much with canker smitten ! 
 
 But when from me you've got revise, 
 
 Attend to my instruction ; 
 
 For others cannot think vou vnse. 
 
 To mar a neat production. 
 
 Tear the nebula from your eye ! 
 
 Your hands nov/ move in order, . 
 
 And then your head will tell you why, 
 
 You're hemm'd in, with a border, 
 
 Consider you are working men, 
 
 Having a scribe attendant ! 
 
 Who writes dictation by the pen. 
 
 And is his own defendant. 
 
 Do print each word in its own place, 
 
 Or readers well may wonder ! 
 And fix a bku* to my disgrace, 
 When you have made the blunder. 
 T must stick up for self and all. 
 For whom I write with pleasure, 
 That each may catch the fljang ball — 
 In which is hid their treasure.
 
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 This is not all that I've to say, 
 You spoil the good intended ! 
 If its not righted in my day, 
 It happen can't be mended. 
 Now print the copy as I give, 
 Do'nt mar its native beauty; 
 I've used the riddle, and the sieve, 
 And you must do your duty. 
 Orthography, — Typography, — 
 And eiTors I have stated. 
 Yourselves correct, and then you'll be 
 At least, exonerated. 
 
 THE TITLED MAN. 
 
 As compliments are yet in vogue, 
 And sometimes duly paid. 
 
 They oft are given to a rogue, 
 Because he's money made. 
 
 Behold! the title of Esquire, 
 
 Has settled upon me. 
 Perhaps to raise a flaming fire, 
 
 That better folks may see.
 
 166 WKicnxs POEMS. 
 
 If wealth occasion this, you aro 
 
 At liberty to sneer. 
 For sure I am, this cannot mar, 
 
 One hundred pounds a year. " 
 
 But if an armour bearer can^ 
 Receive it from a knight, 
 
 I do believe an honest man, 
 Will keep his armour bright. 
 
 The' if the appellation here, 
 
 Be given out of place, 
 Twill gliortly to the world appear, 
 
 'lime will the same erase, 
 
 The warfare you're engaged in. 
 Your mental powers require, 
 
 And if the conquest you would win, 
 Mark well the time to fire! 
 
 A local man, or volunteer, 
 A Lord, or Duke, or Knight, 
 
 Will find they have no time to sneer, 
 Who keep their armour bright. 
 
 But if the armour I do bear. 
 
 Belongs unto a King, 
 Or King of Kings, the lovely heir! — 
 
 Of all things— then I'll smg.
 
 Wright's poems. 167 
 
 Be names or tides what they may, 
 
 These bear no weight on me, 
 As I rejoice the live-long- day, 
 
 My heart is* full of glee. 
 
 Then let me use the same, as he 
 
 The power alone did give, 
 Our Poet's liberty is free! 
 
 And when he's dead he'll live. 
 
 • 
 
 Where names, and titles all shall cease, 
 
 But one, the King supreme! 
 And he, the author of our peace, 
 
 Be held in high esteefa. 
 
 THE BREAD OF LIFE. 
 
 Behold ! I sit and eat my bread, 
 
 But not the same alone, 
 Conscious I am, my heart, and head, 
 
 For higher things were born. 
 
 A sympathizing, feeling heart, 
 Well foster'd in the breast, 
 
 Doth oft a benefit impart, 
 To those who are distres't.
 
 168 wniGiix's POEMS. 
 
 This lovely principle in man, 
 Should never dormant lay, 
 
 But strive to do what'eer he can, 
 T'improve it ev^y day. 
 
 This fair example, — Christ! — our head, 
 
 Set forth for us to use ; 
 To his disciples, thus, he said, — 
 
 Do good! and do'nt refuse. 
 
 And tlicn a blessing, seven-fold. 
 Shall rest upon your head ! 
 
 Tho' I may never promise gold. 
 Verily, thou shalt be fed. 
 
 Not anything that's good, while here, 
 
 Shall ever be deni'd, 
 To those, whose motives are sincere. 
 
 Their wants shall be suppli'd. 
 
 The bread of life includes the whole 
 Of which we need below. 
 
 And when this earthy house shall fall, 
 To that above we go. 
 
 I am the bread of life said he. 
 Who came direct from heaven! 
 
 And all who freely eat of me 
 Shall have their sins forgiven.
 
 weight's poems. 16* 
 
 My flesh is meat, my blood is drink, 
 
 The same I came to give, 
 To those who'r starving on the brink 
 
 Of death, partake and live. 
 
 THE LONG WISH'D FOR DAY. 
 
 When all shall own the great I am I 
 
 As he himself hath said, 
 The wolf shall tlien dwell with the lamb, 
 
 The leopard with the kid. 
 
 The calf and the young lion too, 
 
 With fatlings then shall lay, 
 Likewise the Ox, the Bear, and Cow, 
 
 On that delightful day. 
 
 I'hey all shall be familiar then, 
 
 A little Child shall lead, 
 Or draw them with a cord so thin, 
 
 In pasture's gteen to feed. 
 
 The sucking Child shall harmless play, 
 
 Beside the envenom 'd asp, 
 And never- fear, as in our day 
 
 We do, the bitter wasp. 
 
 H
 
 170 WRIGUTS POEMS. 
 
 Nothing shall hurt, much less destroy. 
 
 In all my holy mount, — 
 Thus saith the Lord, — extatic joy 
 
 Shall spring right from the fount. 
 
 The stem of Jesse's rod, is sui-e 
 
 To execute the plan, 
 And all the in-bred sickness cure, 
 
 That sin entail'd on man. 
 
 The knowledge of the Lord shall fill 
 The earth, from pole to pole. 
 
 The troiabl'd waters then be still, 
 And peace possess the whole. 
 
 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 
 
 All nations he shall win, 
 Unto himself, who for us bore, 
 
 The sad effects of sin. 
 
 Then Tathross, Cush, and Elam's eons. 
 
 Shall all united be. 
 And Israel's long despised ones, 
 
 With Juda shall agree. 
 
 '['hus, shall they all be gathered from, 
 
 Four corners of the earth. 
 With songs of praise, they shouting come, 
 
 And test the second birth.
 
 wkight's poems. 171 
 
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 "No man shall make his fellow, slave ! — 
 
 Commotions all shall cease ! 
 And then's the time, when we shall havo 
 
 A universal peace! 
 
 When Ethiopia, shall stretch forth 
 
 Her hand unto the Lord, 
 To own, and pi'ove the Saviour's worth. 
 
 And test the three-fold coi-d. 
 
 Ephraim shall no envy know, 
 
 Nor Juda vex him more, 
 Each heart with warmth of love shall glow, 
 
 And wars shall then be o'er. 
 
 The entail surely is cut off. 
 
 The serpent's lost his sting, 
 And fiend's alone, God's vengeance quaff, 
 
 But saint's his glory sing ! 
 
 The island's of the sea, shall all 
 
 Be gather'd safely in, 
 Not one shall perish by the fall, 
 
 For Christ hath conquer'd sin! 
 
 The day long wish'd for, shall I see ! 
 
 Or still be meandering on, 
 Until mv life, with seasons be 
 
 Worn oat, and I be gone.
 
 iT2 weight's poems. 
 
 Far hence, unto a land, unknown f 
 
 My spirit towei'ing high, 
 To wait the resurrection morn, 
 
 And then, right home to fly. 
 
 Where bliss immortal shall spring up. 
 
 In body, and in mind. 
 No more to taste the bitter cup, 
 
 Which here we often find. 
 
 Be this, or that, my portion here, 
 Pray give me Lord, content! 
 
 !u life, or death, no thing to fear, 
 A life in virtue spent. 
 
 Then all is well, that happy day 
 
 Assuredly I shall see, 
 When time, and things are pass'd away, 
 
 in blest eternity! 
 
 There, to enjoy his lovely smile, 
 Who died, that I, might live ! 
 
 On earth preparing here awhile, 
 And then the whole receive. 
 
 Of what, no mortal here can tell ! 
 
 Tliere! all shall be reveal'd, 
 Yea, we shall land, where all fares well, 
 
 And mysteries are unseal'd.
 
 Wright's poems. ns 
 
 THE SPECTRE., 
 
 The tenibrocity of night, 
 Obstreperous things present, 
 
 By vain illusions, to the sight 
 Of man, with discontent. 
 
 But he, whose mind is quite serene, 
 
 The sterile mount to rise, 
 €an pass along where ghost's have been, 
 
 Without the least surprise. 
 
 Tho' things hob-goblin-Iike appear, 
 His nerves are strong and firm, 
 
 He dares the spectre to come near, 
 He'd crush him like a worm ! 
 
 Oft bickering gleams do wave around. 
 
 From exhalations, rise, 
 On marshy swamps the same are found. 
 
 To dance before his eyes, 
 
 Bibacious characters are apt, 
 
 At times to be misled. 
 Ignus-fatuous has him trap't. 
 
 For want of sober head,
 
 174 whight's poems^ 
 
 An intemiissive start, he may 
 
 AN ithin his hosom feel. 
 Then wishing for the break of day^ 
 
 In hopes his mind to heal. 
 
 The interfulgent ray is seen, 
 
 To dart upon his soul, 
 And then he sees where he has been. 
 
 Attendant on the bowl. 
 
 Ah! now, quoth he, the necromance. 
 
 Of incantating wine. 
 Just robs me of a two-fold chance, 
 
 To make sweet comfort mine. 
 
 Henceforth, adieu! to all, that may 
 Disturb my peace of mind, 
 
 These eyes are now as clear as day, 
 Which once were nearly blind. 
 
 He, who by master, reason, led I 
 Need never daunted be, 
 
 Boldly he lifts his noble head, 
 His steps are firm and free, 
 
 Tho' travelling in the gloomy vale, 
 Where forest's shake with wind, 
 
 And loudly echo in the dale, 
 He never looks behind.
 
 WRIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 17i, 
 
 No company needs he to guide, 
 Or guard him on his way, 
 
 His dignity doth well provide, 
 For night, as well as day. 
 
 THE ORIGIN OF POETHY, 
 
 ITS PROGRESS AND EFFECTS. 
 
 As ancient men in former days, 
 Mov'd on with infant time ; 
 
 In pastoral pursuit, their lays 
 Sprung up, likewise their rhyme. 
 
 Mid pleasures of their numerous stock. 
 
 David is one we name ; 
 Some thousands he had in a flock. 
 
 And rose to highest fame. 
 
 The chief musician, as we read. 
 
 He was, in Israel's tribe : 
 And, though a king, did sow the seed, 
 
 To which we do subscribe.
 
 176 weight's poems. 
 
 F^is melodies will ever last, 
 Throup^liout the length of time. 
 
 And millions have In ages past, 
 Reap'd pleasure from his rhyme. 
 
 His songs with music still replete, 
 
 We in our day rejoice ; 
 Nothing was ever penn'd more sweet, 
 
 Commiugl'd with the voice. 
 
 When man with little is content, 
 
 And satisfied with all, 
 The wide Creation doth present^ 
 
 To him a lovely ball. 
 
 Where he can toss and wield about, 
 Fair Nature's broad expanse ; 
 
 And nothing treat with menace flout, 
 Tho' oft his heart would dance. 
 
 Music in all things doth abound, 
 
 And every sight is gay ; 
 Plant, shrub, and tree, yea solid {n-uund. 
 
 Harmonious tribute pay. 
 
 The water spring, and rivulet sweet. 
 With oceans widely spread ; 
 
 Give to the Poet's soul a treat — 
 His mind by these are fed.
 
 wkigut's poems. 17y 
 
 While pondering o'er the great first cause. 
 
 Of every sweet to man ; 
 Who gave to Nature all her laws — 
 
 We luucli admire His plan. 
 
 Behold the bed of lovely green ! 
 
 Bedeck'd with flowers gay ; 
 More beauteous colours can't be seen, 
 
 Beneath the sun in May. 
 
 All these contribute of tiieir store, 
 
 To benefit mankind, 
 And he wlio strives to seek for more, 
 
 Abundance yet may find ; 
 
 8uch things are pleasant to his taste. 
 
 And easy to digest, 
 So notbing now need run to waste. 
 
 As man is ever bless'd — 
 
 By Him whose matcliless goodness gave. 
 
 To every thing its life ; 
 And saw it proper man should have 
 
 A charming lovely wife. 
 
 This, living music ever kind 
 Contributes to his uleasure! 
 
 1. 
 
 If she but be, what is design'd, 
 She is his greatest treasure i 
 h2
 
 178 weight's poems. 
 
 Earth can't produce another such — 
 Love makes her virtues shine ! 
 
 Don't think in this I've said too nmcb. 
 It may be yours and mine. 
 
 But music, I am touching on, 
 And if my string be slack ; 
 
 I'll not retract what I have done. 
 But move some paces back. 
 
 And catch the origin, of which, 
 As brother Pope presumes ; 
 
 Sweet pastoral employ is such, 
 And pregnant with perfumes. 
 
 So charming to the sense of smell. 
 Likewise to that of sight ; 
 
 Its influence no tongue can tell, 
 'Twill reach sublimest height. 
 
 Then spread abroad from pole to pole. 
 
 And fill the hemispheres ! 
 Yea, raise to dignity the soul, 
 
 In penitential tears. 
 
 Propell'd by love the only touch, 
 Where music had its rise ! 
 
 Of which we cannot have too much, 
 For 'tis the golden prize.
 
 WRIGHTS POEMS. JL?.f, 
 
 Kre pastoral pursuits were known, 
 
 The morning stars were beard ; 
 Before one child of man was grown. 
 
 These sang without a word. 
 
 But now we can such words repeat, 
 
 As angels join in choir ; 
 They sang at Jesu's birth so sweet. 
 
 That song ! which all require. 
 
 Mark ! cbanns of music since the fall 
 
 Of man, are s vveeter far 
 -Than heretofore, for such do call 
 
 Us ! to that morning star.* 
 
 Where we shall sing so sweet and clear, 
 
 In presence of the heir ! 
 Of all things, none be in the rear. 
 
 Our kindred will be there. 
 
 Shall they who once were here below. 
 
 Whose voices join'd with ours ? 
 
 •idwin, and I'^mma shall we know ? 
 
 Who with us gather'd flowers. 
 
 They long have gone, a lovely pair. 
 
 And hope would tell us this ; 
 They landed in fair Canaan, where, 
 
 All sing the song of bliss. 
 * Jesus CliriGt.
 
 ISO WTJOnT's POEMS. 
 
 My mother too who dandl'd me, 
 
 While in my infant days ; 
 With music cheerd me on her knee. 
 
 And taught mc pretty lays. 
 
 Then father's stem, tho' master voice. 
 
 Join'd in a eolar strain ; 
 Brother and Bister would at choice. 
 
 Have harmony remain. 
 
 But ah ! their days went swiftly o'er^ 
 Their years flew on apace ; 
 
 And now we know them here no more. 
 They've found their resting-place. 
 
 To reign for ever, priest or king, 
 
 May we such love obtain ; 
 As will enable us to sing, — 
 
 We've met our friends asrain. 
 
 Shall we not then have knowledge there. 
 Much more than we have here ? 
 
 To recognize each other, where 
 There's neither doubt nor fear. 
 
 Yes, joyful thought! thus shall we see, 
 The saints of God in bliss ! 
 
 Without the least deformity, 
 Nothing shall be amiss.
 
 Wright's poems. 181 
 
 The limbs so tortur'd here with pain, 
 
 And much decrepancy ; 
 Will never feel the same again 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 For death has been our sweet release 
 
 From all that sin entail'd ; 
 Now we enjoy a lasting peace, 
 
 As life in Christ prevail'd. 
 
 And yet this harmony remains,, 
 
 Where love is shining bright, 
 'Mid all the choice of music's strains, 
 
 In splendour and delight. 
 
 No mind below, can picture what 
 
 We now anticipate ! 
 Then, to enjoy, in opening that ; — 
 
 Which man could not create! 
 
 We pride ourselves in vocal art, 
 
 And learn to sing so sweet, 
 Where each one now can take their part. 
 
 But what? — vwhen millions meet !
 
 182 Wright's poems. 
 
 THE DAY STAR APPEARING IN THE EAST. 
 
 Mid stars so bright, and moon's opaque, 
 
 Our planet surely rolls, 
 Tho' still, and snug, we r wide awake, 
 
 To all between the poles. 
 
 Appearing to emerge from sleep, 
 
 In which we may have been. 
 The morn of day begins to peep, 
 
 A brilliant star is seen ! 
 
 To gild the Northern hemisphere, 
 
 So beauteous to behold ; 
 The azure canopy is clear. 
 
 And ting'd with rays of gold- 
 
 Which here portends a shining day, 
 
 That shortly shall appear, 
 And lovely as a flower in May, 
 
 Sprung up this present year. 
 
 In Guisbro' town, all seems alive, 
 
 A railway there's to be; 
 Which hence may cause the place to thrive, 
 
 And shew the natives free!
 
 weight's P0EM9. ^81 
 
 From isolated solitude, 
 
 Wherein they long have dwelt, 
 And join them to the multitude, 
 
 With whom for centuries dwelt. 
 
 As London city in the South, 
 With manufactories west. 
 
 And Agriculture's widen'd mouth, 
 Facilitates the rest. 
 
 Although its rural pleasure's long, 
 I have enjoyed so S'weet, 
 
 And said, or sung my native song, 
 While in her lov'd retreat ; 
 
 And should for ever wish to be, 
 No worse than I have found, 
 
 Replete with lovely harmony. 
 Where principle is sound. 
 
 If this prevails, we have the test. 
 
 Each one, within his mind, 
 Or now embosom'd in the breast. 
 
 Of each, who'r so inclined, 
 
 Philanthropy nought can affect, 
 It ever reigns the same. 
 
 And tho' some may on me reflect, 
 They can't the subject blame.
 
 V84 Wright's poems. 
 
 F'articipants would now forego, 
 
 A portion of their weal, 
 To put away contingent woe, 
 
 Which oft their fellows feel. 
 
 Philosophy is here combin'd, 
 
 With philanthropic joy, 
 When both together are entwin'd 
 
 Nothing can them destroy. 
 \ 
 The hearts of those, who pregnant are 
 
 With principles like these ! 
 Are led as by the morning star, 
 
 To flowery paths at ease. 
 
 THE PKINTER SEEMS OFFENDED! 
 
 D'ye think my office I'd disgrace, 
 
 By printing incorrect? 
 Or fixing letters out of place, 
 
 For others to detect? 
 
 My work ! I'll turn it off first rate, 
 
 And all so neatly bound. 
 That connoisseurs may truly state. 
 
 The same as they have found !
 
 Wright's poems. l^i 
 
 D'ye think that I'd demean myself, 
 With slop-shop shabby stiiff? 
 
 I would'nt have it on my shelf^ 
 Nor do I use a puff! 
 
 Most certainly, the matter, which 
 Those works I print contain. 
 
 Does not belong the binding stitch, 
 We print, and bind for gain. 
 
 The author, if there's ought amiss, 
 Tax him, and don't tax me ; 
 
 On such, the public smile or hiss, — 
 You know the press is free ! 
 
 THE AUTHOR'S DEFENCE. 
 
 r^et Poet's have the Goose's quill. 
 
 No other weapon, they 
 Do need, to wipe off, or to still. 
 
 Vain sophist's of the day. 
 
 As no embellishment they want, 
 
 To ornament their view, 
 Our captious ones, with menace cant. 
 
 May now have cause to rue, 
 
 Wer't not for author s, could ye men 
 Call'd Printers, get your bread?
 
 IS6 Wright's poems. 
 
 By printinf^ oflf-hand, without pen, 
 You can't be nicely fed. 
 
 Now pay the honour that is due 
 To those who move the press; 
 
 Then, when you tighten up your screw, 
 You'll never feel distress. 
 
 Let both in one, go hand in hand. 
 
 To give instruction pure, 
 That all mankind, by sea, or land, 
 
 Self int'rest may secure. 
 
 A SMALL LESSON FOR THE PRINTER. 
 
 ATTEND TO THESE PARTICULARS! 
 
 Annotations, elongations, abbreviations, examinatioiie. 
 
 Exclamations, admirations, interrogations' 
 
 Derivations, lamentations, deprecations, 
 
 Approbations, emulations, consolations, 
 
 For all nations! no applications to botherations, 
 
 In these relations, to shew your inclinations. 
 
 And aspirations to qualifications of 
 
 Exaltations in your stations, then no 
 
 Obligations to bard emanations, 
 
 Positively, absolutely, definitively and categorically ! 
 
 EXAMPLE. 
 
 Con-tra-reg-u-lar-i-bil-i-ty, 
 
 flon-o-rif-i-ca-bil-i-tu-din-i-ty, 
 
 An-thro-po-mor-phi-tan-i-an-is-mi-cal-i-a-tion.
 
 weight's poems. l^^ 
 
 THE OLD MAN AND THE YOUTH, 
 
 AN INTERLOCUTORY PIECE. 
 
 When walking out one summer's day, 
 
 'Mid Nature's broad expanse ; 
 I met an old man in the way, 
 
 To whom I did advance. 
 
 Said he, ' good morrow, dear young man,' 
 
 ' Good morrow, sir, to you, 
 You're looking rather pale and wan, 
 
 Your years are not a few. 
 
 I like to converse with the ag'd, 
 And hear their history through, 
 
 1 judge that many a war you've wag'd, 
 With some strange villains too. 
 
 Said he, ' young man, you've judg'd it right, 
 
 I oft-times have been wroug'd ; 
 This world at best is but a fight, 
 
 I've been severely throng'd. 
 
 But never mind, these scenes are past. 
 
 My time is near an end ; 
 I trust all will be right at last, 
 
 When I shall meet my friend.
 
 188 Wright's poems. 
 
 Your friend ! my aged reverend sire ? — 
 Have you a friend to meet? 
 
 And grant you what we all require, 
 Some consolation sweet '? 
 
 I have, said he but lately found 
 
 That comforter within ; 
 Which did my heart so deeply wound, 
 
 Then pardon'd all my sin. 
 
 But sit you down, and let us hold, 
 A short discourse awhile ; 
 
 If I with you should make so bold, — 
 I think you seem to smile. 
 
 Just so, I like so well to see, 
 
 The venerable head ; 
 In unison vsith truth agree 
 
 And prove what he hath said, 
 
 I'll take a seat at your request, 
 And hear what you've to say, 
 
 A short and sweet discourse is best ! — 
 I haven't long to stay. 
 
 Well, be it so, I must be short, 
 And speak one word for ten ; 
 
 My life-time I have spent in sport, 
 And can't live o'er again.
 
 weight's poems. 189 
 
 Were I but young with this old head f 
 
 Experience now tells me — 
 T'd tread in paths by wisdom led, 
 
 That holy I might be. 
 
 Vast treacheiy there is in man. 
 
 And much had I to claim 
 liut now I'd lay a better plan, 
 
 I'd nought but self to blame. 
 
 This I do mention for your good, 
 
 I think its only fair ; 
 Youth often paddle in the mud, 
 
 Without much thought or care. 
 
 Behold this pretty shining day ! 
 
 An emblem 'tis of youth ; 
 1 once was sprightly, young, and gay, 
 
 But now I'm old forsooth. 
 
 That, I believe my aged friend, 
 
 Without the least dispute ; 
 And if you don't your manners mend, 
 
 You'll die without repute. 
 
 You speak just like a stripling boy, 
 
 And think you're fully wise ; 
 Mark ! I have tasted of the joy 
 
 That evil all defies.
 
 190 Wright's poems. 
 
 I've got a legacy for you, 
 
 Lay hold of it I pray ; 
 That you may evil aaw eschew, 
 
 While in the morn of day. 
 
 What I've collected during life, 
 
 To benefit mankind ; 
 I got it in the midst of strife, 
 
 And now I leav't behind. 
 
 You know that morning swells to noon I 
 And noon declines to night ; 
 
 Both you and I will very soon 
 Experience this is right. 
 
 And if the day be once let slip, 
 The night is all that's left; 
 
 We cannot make a second trip I 
 Of time we are bereft. 
 
 1 see your meaning now, my friend, 
 A nd thank your free good-will ; 
 
 To your advice I must attend, 
 And turn from every ill. 
 
 That's right, young man, just now begin 
 
 Before to-morrow's dawn ; 
 And cull the sweets that are within. 
 
 The flower fully blown.
 
 WRIGHTS POEMS. 19! 
 
 For when we rise to middle life, 
 
 With cares we oft abound ; 
 Then intermittent pain and strife, 
 
 In our concerns are found. 
 
 The twig, in youth, is easy bent! 
 
 'Twill turn what way you please ; 
 The ag'd have often to lament, 
 
 And pay omission fees. 
 
 Wl en man has mov'd to hoary age, 
 
 In sin and folly's train ; 
 With sheer neglect of sacred page, 
 
 Oft, folly does remain. 
 
 The sturdy oak is bad to bend, 
 
 Yet, time will bring it down ; 
 Its years tho' num'rous have an end. 
 
 The fact is surely known. 
 
 In amnesty now bury, all. 
 That is not worthy life ; 
 Then you, dear youth, need never fall, 
 • A prey to bitter strife. 
 
 But ca?mot you a pleasing thought, 
 
 And sweet description give? 
 Of things that I may buy for nought, 
 
 In peace and plenty live ?*
 
 192 wkight's poems. 
 
 Yes, sure enough, just take a walk 
 In fathei-'s garden there ; 
 
 Then you and I will sweetly talk 
 And drive away dull care. 
 
 In spring-time of the year behold! 
 
 The di-esser is employ 'd ; 
 By labouring in the fertile mouldy 
 
 To have the weeds destroy'd. 
 
 Thereby to make more room for those 
 Sweet fruits that look so well ; 
 
 Likewise the lily, and the rose, 
 So grateful to the smell. 
 
 These all improv'd by culture are, 
 A nd then mature grown ; 
 
 When nothing's in the way to mar, 
 The lovely seed that's sown. 
 
 Having begun to till the ground, 
 In time, and plant the trees ; 
 
 Fruit in abuiidance will be found, 
 And wine upon the lees. — 
 
 For you dear youth, so free from care, 
 Within the lovely bower ; 
 
 Yea, ever breathe salubrious air, 
 And pluck the sweetest flower.
 
 Wright's poems. 193 
 
 That's grand, old friend, I can't but say, 
 
 You've told a pretty story ; 
 May heavenly breezes waft away, 
 
 Both you and I to glory. 
 
 The night is drawing on, and I 
 
 Must paddle on my way ; 
 Assur'd of tbis, that by and bye, 
 
 The night will close the day. 
 
 A free good- will to you, I have 
 
 My aged firiend sincere ; 
 And tho' we're travelling to the grave, 
 
 Each may in heaven appear ! 
 
 I never more your face may see, 
 
 _ A better tale to tell ; 
 Till landed in eternity. 
 
 Farewell, young man, farewell ! 
 
 POMPOSITY OF THOUGHT. 
 
 When evil thoughts possess the mind, 
 They hamper soul and body ; 
 
 Nor can they else but prove unkind, 
 To such as vainly study.
 
 It^ weight's poems. 
 
 Or yield iinplicitly to all, 
 
 The risings of desire ; 
 Within himself is sure to fall, 
 
 And plunge in liquid fire. 
 
 inevitable this would seem, 
 And he alone to blame ; 
 
 While rising up in self esteem, 
 Must sink in awful shame. 
 
 Here degredation now steps in, 
 And claims the upper seat ; 
 
 Sole heiress she, or first akin. 
 Nor shoes upon her feet. 
 
 In rags and tatters meanly dress'd. 
 Nothing to mend the same ; 
 
 I cannot find one more distress'd 
 Than this degraded dame. 
 
 Who would nt turn her quite adrift? 
 
 And take the lady in, 
 Which brings for every one a gift, 
 
 Who Oirivcs the same to win. 
 
 What is the lady's name I pray ? 
 
 That 1 may court her smile. 
 Her nam-3 is love, so free and gay, 
 
 Shell sit and chat awhile.
 
 Wright's poems. 195 
 
 And tell you of such pretty things 
 
 As charui the heart of man ; 
 Out of her treasury she brings 
 
 The same with lily fan. 
 
 Wafted so gracefully, they light 
 
 As zephyrs on the rose ! 
 With all her garments shining bright, 
 
 My subject to disclose. 
 
 The. humble soul alone prefers 
 
 Another to himself; 
 Tho' in the world he bustling stirs, 
 
 'Tis not to gain him pelf. 
 
 Or ought that ebbs, and flows with time, 
 
 Which yield no lasting pleasure ; 
 Tis not in Music or in rhyme, 
 
 Love, is his only treasure! 
 
 With this implanted in his breast, 
 
 Propelled by the same ; 
 He freely gives up all the rest, 
 
 Whatever is its name.
 
 ('A 
 
 M 
 
 Wright's poems. 
 
 FRUITS OF ECONOMY. 
 
 I liere presume a plan to lay, 
 
 To be adopted, by 
 All, tbose who wisli theii- debts to pay, 
 
 Will sivre the maxim try. 
 
 'Tis this, — neither to waste or want, 
 
 The smallest useful thing ; 
 Hereby you'll find you're never scan;t 
 
 Of ought that care can bring. 
 
 This leaves no need of that keen smar( , 
 They feel, who go to borrow ; 
 
 lloth shame and grief possess the heart. 
 Such know it to their soitow. 
 
 WeVe many a useful sovereign spent. 
 In things far Avorse than nought ; 
 
 So when too late we oft repent, 
 That we such things had bought. 
 
 'Tis not for me the whole to name. 
 Each knows the best himself; 
 
 But when you seek soine one to blame, 
 Cast eye on empty shelf.
 
 Wright's poems. 1*J7 
 
 Consider now, how well it might 
 
 Have furnish'd been by you ; 
 And see if this be youi- delight, 
 
 To give yoiu* wife her due. 
 
 And Children too, all looking up 
 
 To you, for their relief ; 
 While you have bought the mad'ning cu]> 
 
 Instead of buying beef. 
 
 This thought pops in your mind for one, 
 
 As you begin to think ; — 
 JVe spent a shilling, that is gone 
 
 In nought but woeful drink. 
 
 In sweetmeats now his mind to ease, 
 
 A sixpence more he spent ; 
 Thinking these would his partner please, 
 
 Tho' nothing for the rent. 
 
 if nought I carry home, said he. 
 
 My wife would be so cross ; 
 She would'nt make a cup of tea, 
 
 And that would make things worse. 
 
 So now to suit my vicious taste, 
 
 I'd risk a sour look 
 From my dear partner, good and chaste ; 
 
 I've brought her nought to cook I
 
 19S Wright's! poems. 
 
 Had I but got two pounds of beef, 
 With four pounds of best flour ; 
 
 My cluldrcji would have found relief 
 By food within the door. 
 
 My smirking wife would then have sai«l 
 Dear lad, thou hast done well ; 
 
 We'll have some meat, then off to bed, 
 This is a tale to tell ! 
 
 Ill talk it o'er I can't do lesff, 
 As thou hast chang'd thy plan ! 
 
 I pray the Lord, thy soul to bless, 
 Thou's acted like a man. 
 
 And labour'd hard throughout the week^ 
 Its fruits I'll not spend ill ; 
 
 But all your Comfort I will seek, 
 And have some corn to mill. 
 
 Now John, we'll strive to live ourselvee^ 
 
 Let others do the same j 
 We'll have some meat upon our shelves. 
 
 For which, who can us blame ? 
 
 And if they do, who fain would have 
 Thee drink and swallow all ; 
 
 I'd have thee now their tempting wave, 
 They'd stand and see thee fa^l
 
 Wright's poems. USS 
 
 The money thou host brought to me, 
 
 111 use for children dear ; 
 And buy a fine new coat for thee, 
 
 Then let the landlord sneer ! 
 
 We'll move away and take a seat. 
 
 Where better folk resort ; 
 There feed our souls on something sweeu 
 Nor spend our all for nought. 
 
 Then let the ga,j, licentious boast, 
 
 Of what they do enjoy ; 
 The thing 1 do admire most, — 
 
 Is bliss without alloy J 
 
 A foretaste of tlie came we have, 
 
 To help us on our way ; 
 Arnd by economy we'll sav3 
 
 A store for endless day. 
 
 A LONG STRIDE TO A FRIEND. 
 
 If no display of art there be, 
 
 Or literar}'^ science, 
 In these few lines I write to thee, 
 
 They bid the world defiance!
 
 200 Wright's poems. 
 
 As Art alone could never vie, 
 With Nature's lovely gift, 
 
 Tho' reminiscence oft would try 
 To gather strength as swift. 
 
 Then soar aloft, beyond the reach 
 
 Of tangibility, 
 To find if Nature, Art could teach, 
 
 From her vast, fruitful tree. 
 
 At length she own'd that Nature's God, 
 Alone ! hath claim to power ; 
 
 Which brought to being by his word, 
 Man! with his lovely flower. 
 
 But things of Art, arise from what, 
 Bold Natui'c doth advance! 
 
 While Art alone in embryo sat, 
 Nature sprang, void of chance. 
 
 Tall reason now, will loudly call,. 
 
 For contemplation here; 
 And bid all Art, for ever fall 
 
 Far back within the rear. 
 
 The low quiescent state of art,. 
 
 For generations past. 
 Bid fair for neutralizing part. 
 
 Of what did bloom at last.
 
 weight's poems. 201 
 
 And now doth blossom as the rose," 
 
 Or lily of the vale, 
 Here Art with science can disclose. 
 
 The vessel in full sail. 
 
 A trip I had, with Captain Smart, 
 
 Along the Northern Ocean ; 
 So swift the packet saild by art, 
 
 Well nigh perpetual motion ! 
 
 I ne'er would deprecate, what all 
 
 With power can't remove, 
 Both Art and Science have a call, 
 
 Which Nature doth approve. 
 
 The tall and sprightly Maughan stood 
 
 Longslde of Smart and said, — 
 We'll patronize the thing that's good, 
 
 And lift the studious head. 
 
 Assistance each may give to each. 
 
 While Art and Nature join, 
 All have a talent within reach, 
 
 And each a separate coin. 
 
 Whereon is stamp't their sovereign's head, 
 
 legitimate to use; 
 Hereby improve the golden thread, 
 
 Nor yet the string abuse.
 
 202 Wright's poems. 
 
 By Nature, mind is tightly strung, 
 To give a certain sound; 
 
 And if man rightly use his tongue. 
 It can't his conscience wound. 
 
 Man's heart within, and science too. 
 With Nature workivig true, 
 
 And spirit's operation show, 
 The world is made anew. 
 
 Oft do Ave creep, or walk, or ride, 
 To gain a moment's pleasure ; 
 
 The' lie who takes the longest stride, 
 Obtains the greatest treasure. 
 
 MAN'S PRIMEVAL STATE. 
 
 . In Cosma, man was image of 
 That brilliant stai-, which shone ! 
 
 And lit Creation up in love 
 On that dclij-hlfnl inorn! 
 
 Then, all the stats! together sang; 
 
 Harmonious was the sound, 
 The universe with cclio rang. 
 
 When she her Maker found.
 
 Wright's poems. t^x*i 
 
 Whose fame vibrated far, and wide, 
 
 Which made the vallies ring ; 
 With language, thus, — Grod did provide— 
 
 And be shall be our King- ! 
 
 •t) 
 
 Delightfal is the mcrn, — behold ! 
 
 All things in harmony ; 
 Yea, clear as crystal set in gold, 
 
 CroAvn'd Tvith sublimity! 
 
 Here, rcan is plac'd asjiead of all. 
 
 With his beloved mate; 
 While each obey their maker's call. 
 
 In this delightful state ! 
 
 Those are with fecundity blest, 
 
 To raise a progeny; 
 With smiles of innocence cares't, 
 
 So happy, and so free. 
 
 Nothing their union to divide. 
 
 When woods aud forests smile : 
 Then man can look upon his bi-ide. 
 
 Without the slightest guile. 
 
 While here, beneath tlieir feet are spread. 
 
 Carpets of evergreen; 
 The canopy above their head, 
 
 Presents an azure scene.
 
 204 Wright's poems. 
 
 The sun is shining bright and fair ; 
 
 Flowers of various hue 
 Bedeck their path, salubrious air 
 
 Now drops the honey-dew. 
 
 Trees in abundance yielding fruit, 
 
 Subservient to their will; 
 "Where each may now their palate suit, 
 
 And drink the crystal rill. 
 
 Sweet birds, harmoniously unite 
 
 In concert with the rest; 
 And all contribute to delight. 
 
 The pair so truly blest! 
 
 Methinks I sec the lovely bride, 
 
 In contemplation sweet ; 
 liikewise her husbahd by her side, 
 
 With songs of praise replete. 
 
 First fruits of all perfection see. 
 These shrubs and plants are growi 
 
 Spontaneous love, for you and me, 
 The flowers are fully blown. 
 
 The vine with grapes in clusters hung, 
 Pregnant with richest juice, 
 
 ]*'or us these are so neatly strung, 
 And till, now tit for use.
 
 wkight's poems. 20;> 
 
 The woi'kman who prepar'd this stoi-f. 
 
 Without materials, can, 
 True happiness for evermore, 
 
 Confer on fallen man! 
 
 TWO RULING PASSIONS OF THE MIND. 
 
 In travelling- romid, and square, I find 
 No two alike, of human kind ; 
 Men are so vari'd in their form. 
 They differ as the calm and storm. 
 These two extremes we often prove, 
 And view them fix'd in hate and love : 
 But ^hall these passions reign in man V 
 Annihilate them if you can ! 
 To all, the task is far above — 
 You can't destroy the passion, love ! 
 The other one we must subdue. 
 Omitting which, are sure to rue. 
 The time is quickly hast'ning on. 
 When all shall love and be as one ! 
 These passions of the mind are such, 
 We cannot love, and hate too much! 
 The bounds hereof were never set, 
 Tho' hatred can by love be bet ; 
 And this was tested at the fall, 
 When love step'd in, and conquer'd.all!
 
 206 WRiaHT'S POEMS. 
 
 PICTURE OF THE SAINT, AND SINNER jMET 
 IN PARADISE. 
 
 IN TWO FAKT9. 
 
 The man whose heart was never chang'd 
 
 From nature unto grace, 
 Whose life and conduct are estrang'd. 
 
 Can't find a resting place. 
 
 His head is sick, his heart is faint. 
 
 His garments are unclean, 
 When he beholds a lovely saint, 
 
 His breast is fiU'd with spleen. 
 
 • 
 
 His vitiated palate, such, 
 
 Can never relish good. 
 The least propoi'tion is too much, 
 
 For his vile spii'it's food. 
 
 Yet, when he dies," he thinks he may, 
 
 Obtain a place in heaven ; 
 Not knowing, those in blissful day, 
 
 On earth must be forgiven. 
 
 The preparation here is made, 
 
 For that delicious store, 
 Where the foundation stone is laid, 
 
 We build for evermore.
 
 WRTonT's PoriKs. 207 
 
 The saint Las got within the gates, 
 
 Of Paradise, below, 
 The sinner on the pilgrim waits, 
 
 Kis happiness to know. 
 
 A garden i]o\v presents itself, 
 
 So splendid to the view, 
 Wherein is found the churlish elf, 
 
 With hiin that's made anew. 
 
 The sun is shining beauteous bright, 
 Clusters of grapes are hung; 
 
 The saint is filled with delight, 
 His harp is truly strung. 
 
 The pathway is bedeck't with green, 
 
 Border'd with lily fair, 
 And all delightful to be seen. — 
 
 Salubrious is the air. 
 
 The solitary saint is here, 
 
 Enjoyment is his own ; 
 No carping in his mxnd, or fear, 
 
 Fruits to perfection grown. 
 
 A relish he ha^s for the whole. 
 Nor can partake too much ; 
 
 From this estate no chance to fall, 
 His happiness is such.
 
 'JOS WKIGUT S POEMS. 
 
 Within himself, the Deity, 
 Displays his glorious face! 
 
 And Jesus Christ! his surety, 
 With Holy Spirit's grace! 
 
 Nothing his happiness can mar, 
 
 For all within is pure. 
 And brilliant as the morning star !* 
 
 Which always shall endure. 
 
 STANZA II. 
 
 Astonishing ! the saint beholds 
 
 The sinner by his side ; 
 To whom, the subject he unfolds, 
 
 Fain would for him provide. 
 
 Saying, partake of this my friend, 
 
 Of this partake of too ; 
 Do try to taste the better end 
 
 Of which, the whole I'll shew. 
 
 These fruits so lovely, do but taste, 
 
 The same delicious are ! 
 You nmst'nt throw them down to waste, 
 
 Or e'er their virtues mar. 
 
 *Jesu8,
 
 Wright's poems. 2()9( 
 
 Ah, no ! said he, I'm sick and wan, 
 
 I cannot bear the sight ! 
 I'm here, a poor fainted-hearted'man, 
 
 Nothing can me delight. 
 
 These things which you to me present, 
 
 Do satiate my soul ; 
 Nor can I find with you content, 
 
 I'll drink my bitter bowl. 
 
 To nothing else have I been us'd, 
 
 Probation spent in vain; 
 And every warning I've refus'd, 
 
 Sweet Comfort to obtain, 
 
 'Tis lost, 'tis lost, 'tis lost to me. 
 
 My lot is endless pain ; 
 When I'd the chance, would not be free, 
 
 So lost! I must remain. 
 
 A sad bad job, my friend is this, 
 
 As you to me relate ; 
 To bar yourself from endless bliss, 
 
 And fix your awfid fate! 
 
 But try yom* strength in Paradise! 
 
 While we are lucky met ; 
 Partake of my well meant advice, 
 
 Can't you be happy yet ?
 
 210 WniGHT's P0EM3, 
 
 Ah, no ! your company's not fit 
 For ms, nor mina for you ; 
 
 In happiness you here can sit, 
 And I must yonder rue. 
 
 Methinks had I one moment more 
 Of time on earth to live ; 
 
 And with ton thousand worlds in store, 
 The whole for hliss I'd give. 
 
 While here, in Paradise I must, 
 
 This awful story tell ; 
 That God is merciful and just, 
 
 I've cloom'd mvsslf to Hell. 
 
 CANTATA ON MARRIAGE. 
 
 In courtship, numerous samples, we 
 Have seen of treacherous cast ; 
 
 And yet, the same held forth you see, 
 Which cause a hitter blast. 
 
 Fair virtue shines with innocence. 
 
 Her beautjr can't be told ; 
 Where truth resides witliout pretence, 
 
 More precious far than gold.
 
 Wright's poems. 211 
 
 The lily of the vale is sweet, 
 
 But sweeter far is she, 
 Who can the song of love repeat, 
 
 And practice it with me. 
 
 My bosom heavep, my heart doth bound, 
 
 When loves retort is free; 
 The lines above within are found, 
 
 And two in one agree. 
 
 Tho' various crosses, so unkind, 
 
 We have to cope with here; 
 Let each in other truly find, 
 
 A frieud that is sineerv^. -■> 
 
 Much I have said before on this, 
 
 And nought but what is true; 
 If man once enter into bliss, 
 
 He never need to rue. 
 
 The contrast I will give you here, 
 
 Which some are known to prove; 
 For want of hope, they live in fear. 
 
 And die for want of love. 
 
 Yes, one I knew, a partner sought. 
 
 Amongst the fairest sex ; 
 The same through affectation caught. 
 
 Who, did him much perplex.
 
 212 wrigut's roEMS. 
 
 He, Demas like, made gold his god, 
 So fiU'd with lust and care! 
 
 AVhich brought ixnto himself a rod, 
 Nor did the smiter spare. 
 
 Let me have her I love withal, 
 Tho' she have not a penny, 
 
 And I have thousands at a call, 
 I'll have her, if I've any. 
 
 Mark! they who court for filthy gold, 
 And thus deecive the maid 
 
 To worse than nothing are they sold, 
 And with the same are paid. 
 
 [ But if true love the motto be, 
 
 The pair have no deceit. 
 Then you with me, will just agree, 
 The maiTiage is complete. 
 
 A llADICAL REFORM. 
 
 Let men who work and labour hard, 
 To get their daily bread ; 
 
 Maintain their right, as their reward, 
 And have their children fed.
 
 Weights poems. 215 
 
 Likewise a little to lay by, 
 
 Against a rainy day f 
 So they may bake, or boil, or fry, 
 
 And have no debts to pay. 
 
 Old Satan has a cunning plan. 
 
 So often does he try, 
 And say, come here, my jolly man, 
 
 I think thou's rather drv. 
 
 Now when he gets poor Johnny on. 
 
 To drink a glass of gin ; 
 It makes his brain with fury burn! 
 
 He kicks up such a din. 
 
 But mrrk him, when he comes so sly, 
 
 "With ale, rum, gin, or brandy ; 
 At first he says you need'nt buy! 
 
 I'll treat you like a dandy. 
 
 Ere long, he turns his pockets out. 
 
 For .3ohniy had to pay! 
 Then did he <urse, and swear, and shout, 
 
 I'm ruin'<i r^ite to-day. 
 
 Now in ; .1. Eotty, Johnny's wife, 
 
 An'l ome home my lad ; 
 
 Thou - c out of my life, 
 
 I think tlKju'll drive raie mad.
 
 214 Wright's poems. 
 
 Them bairns thou knows they have no bread^ 
 
 And thou scarce has a shirt, 
 A cap, I have'nt to my head : 
 
 We're lost in filth and dirt ! 
 
 This subject brought him to a stand, 
 
 His heart began to move ; 
 He catches Betty by the hand, 
 
 And says, Ls't true my love ! 
 
 To thy advice I'll now attend, 
 
 Betty, conduct me right ; 
 No more my money will I spend, 
 
 ril go with thee to-night. 
 
 *=^ 
 
 Tho' dark and dreary be the way, 
 Well post through thick and thin ; 
 
 We'll now exchange our night for day, 
 x\nd thus some Comfort win. 
 
 Now Betty's, logic answer'd well. 
 She went with calm request ; 
 
 And did to John her story tell. 
 How sore they were distress'd. 
 
 But now he's turned over-leaf, 
 
 A brighter scene appears ; 
 No more distress, nor pain, or grief. 
 
 Disturb their following years.
 
 Wright's poems. 215 
 
 Their bosoms heave with pleasing grace. 
 
 Each eye bespeaks their joy ! 
 A smile now rests on Betty's face, 
 
 With nothing to annoy. 
 
 Their children all are neatly clad, 
 
 And eveiy day at school ; 
 Which makes poor Johnny's heart so glad. 
 
 He handles well his tool. 
 
 Whereby a grand new suit he's got, 
 
 His wife a gown so neat ; 
 Since he's left off the mad'uing pot. 
 
 They're clad from head to feet. 
 
 Some Comfort now they have in life. 
 
 To church or chapel go ! 
 Link'd arm in arm as man and wife. 
 
 Should travel here below. 
 
 And strive to interest each other, 
 
 Their children learn the same ; 
 Kind hearted father, tender mother, 
 
 Will bear the Christian name.
 
 21G Wright's poems. 
 
 MUTABILITY AND IMMUTAIULITY. 
 
 IN TWO PAirrs. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 How vari'd are the scenes, that wc 
 
 Behold where'er we roam, 
 Tho" nothing fixed can we see, 
 
 Ahroad, or when at home. 
 
 Here, pcnnanence is out of date. 
 
 Or never had its rise ; 
 The change of things, was fix'd in fate, 
 
 Both in the earth, and skies. 
 
 E'er time began, or man was made, 
 
 Or waters fill'd the sea, 
 Methinks the phin was ever laid, 
 
 From all eternity! 
 
 Decrees are fixed hy a power, 
 
 Or hand, beyond our reach, 
 To stand unto the latest hour, 
 
 Without one single breach. 
 
 The mutability of all 
 
 Creation's wide expanse ; 
 Be our possession's great or small, 
 
 They never came by chance.
 
 WRIGHT? POKM3. 217 
 
 Ab these are on the daily shift, 
 
 We can't enjoy them long ; 
 For time, and tide, and winds are swift, 
 
 To sing their funeral song. 
 
 Shall all these pretty toys around 
 
 Vanish or disappear ? 
 Wherewith our pleasures did abound, 
 
 For many a long-pass'd year. 
 
 Yes, friend, both thee and thine shall move 
 
 So rapid with the stream ; 
 Swift on the pinions of a dove, 
 
 And vanish as a dream. 
 
 Last night, I had some friendly talk 
 
 With one I dearly lov'd ; 
 But now she's ta'en her final walk. 
 
 And far from me remov'd. 
 
 The scene is past, discourse is ended. 
 
 And we no more shall meet ; 
 Where oft with joy, and tears blended. 
 
 We did each other greet. 
 
 I shortly may take flight to thee, 
 
 AVhen I have done with time ; 
 To spend a long etcrnitv 
 
 In songs the most sublime. 
 K
 
 218 WEIGHTS POEMS. 
 
 IMMUTABILITY. 
 
 Jf fatctudinous events 
 
 Revolving day and night ; 
 Supplv our multifarious wants 
 
 By God's unequall'd might ! 
 
 His wisdom here, throughout is seen, 
 The sun, the moon, the stars, 
 
 And earth, with her most lovely green. 
 Nothing his goodness mars. 
 
 Abuse of which, we have the power 
 
 Alone to our disgrace ; 
 Tho' man with wisdom cannot lower! 
 
 His own appointed place. 
 
 "He now fulfils the plans of Him 
 Who hath the same design'd ; 
 
 To execute without a whim, 
 Where man is unconfm'd. 
 
 A free unbounded will has he, 
 To choose, and do his pleasure ; 
 
 Here, in the midst of all to see. 
 And cull, the greatest treasure ;
 
 weight's poems. 21 ? 
 
 Which must enhance the comfort sure 
 
 Of those who do obtain. 
 The hope within, and love so pure, 
 
 Which ever shall remain ; 
 
 The permanence of this was fix'd, 
 
 E'er God created man ; 
 And now have we to this annex'd, 
 
 A mystery to scan! 
 
 Tho' not in time to be reveal'd. 
 
 Full knowledge of the same ; 
 But when the book, of Fate's unseal'd, 
 
 'T will bear a better name. 
 
 Those blest with light to see such things. 
 
 As here they deprecate ; 
 Then rising high on golden wings, 
 
 Will love, and bless their fate. 
 
 The winds vast treasury is what 
 
 We cannot comprehend ; 
 For he who on the circle sat. 
 
 Now rules! from end to end. 
 
 The most extensive balance too. 
 
 His hand doth hold to be 
 The standard of whatc'er we do, 
 
 And held in equity.
 
 220 Wright's poems. 
 
 The waters of the universe, 
 
 Altemf^te ebb and flow ; 
 Nor can we find the secret purse, 
 
 Or movement of it know. 
 
 Big mountains here with riches team. 
 And all in balance weigh' d, 
 
 By Him ! who is the King Supreme, 
 And did the world divide. 
 
 His jewels are apart from sin, 
 Firm as a rock they stand ; 
 
 Securely too, he holds them in, 
 The hollow of his hand. 
 
 Then, by one single touch or nod, 
 
 At once dry up the sea ; 
 And thus display the power of God, 
 
 Fix't from eternity. 
 
 Likewise the splendid spacious earth,, 
 
 So beautiful and fair ; 
 When issued is his phial forth, 
 
 Dissolve in liquid air. 
 
 The elements created were, 
 
 By his Almighty power ; 
 And with amalgamations stir ! 
 
 On worlds in vengeance shower.
 
 wright'3 poems. 221 
 
 Then, who dare say that he does wrong, 
 
 Th'Omnipotent and wise ? 
 To whom, the Nations all belong, 
 
 Who caus'd them first to rise. 
 
 The limitable space between 
 
 The rise and fall of man ; 
 He would prognosticate the scene, 
 
 And trace the course it ran ! 
 
 Such things are wisely hid from us, 
 
 As, the reverse might be, 
 A base and everlasting curse 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 Let this suffice, each may obtain, 
 
 Wisdom, so freely given ; 
 By which the life eternal gain, 
 
 To be reveal'd in Heaven. 
 
 THE BARK AT SEA. 
 
 (AN ALLEGORY.) 
 
 My bark is built, and on the sea — 
 Subject to storm and calm ; 
 
 Impetuous though oft it be 
 Threat'ning to do me harm.
 
 2^2 WTtlGnx's POEMS.. 
 
 Tho' boist'rous tossings to, and fro. 
 
 Mountainous waters roll ; 
 Mid stormy winds still onward go, 
 
 And sail from pole to pole. 
 
 Attend your watch,^ while steering fair. 
 
 Each mind is looking out ; 
 To guard the bark, no trouble spare. 
 
 But never raise the flout. 
 
 Maintain sobriety so firm, 
 That mind be clear as day ; 
 
 Ne'er cross the Equator in a storm, 
 Or trust to what they eay. 
 
 Motives are oft the fountain, whence 
 Those rigid passions rise ; 
 
 Which flow in mighty torrents hence. 
 And swell, and i*each the sides. 
 
 While such in contemplation are. 
 
 Let reason take her seat ; 
 And then with firm decision bear 
 
 The vile, beneath your feet. 
 
 Deeds, oft are done for want of thought. 
 
 Or by a cross direction ; 
 When these appear, the actor's caught, 
 
 Without a good protection.
 
 weight's poems. 228 
 
 The passions of the mind are gales, 
 
 By which mankind must steer 
 Life's passage through, with hoisted sails 
 
 Well fill'd with love sincere. 
 
 The ocean now, on which we ride 
 
 With billows tossing high ; 
 Warns us to watch, both wind and tide. 
 
 That we may both defy. 
 
 One passion, mark ! o'ercomes its mate, 
 
 As captain at the helm; 
 Well steering by the compass wait, 
 
 Then, nought can you o'erwhelm. 
 
 A passage through you're sure to gain, 
 
 The harbour is in view ! 
 And when you've cross'd th'impetuous main 
 
 Your wages then are due. 
 
 The ocean of eternal bliss, 
 
 Is at our journey's end ; 
 And as we steer our course on this, 
 
 The other we shall spend.
 
 ''^'^ I^RIGHT'S fOEUS. 
 
 THE NEW JERUSALEM. 
 
 Friends and Brethren go with me. 
 The new Jerusalem to see ; 
 A city! that's not made with hands,- 
 Pirm, on the rock of ages stands. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 Come my friends, and go with me. 
 The new Jerusalem to see. 
 
 Clear as crystal to behold ! 
 Indented thus, with gems and gold; 
 Or amethyst and precious stone, 
 Now am I for this city born. 
 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Nor is this, the whole that we 
 Shall in the heavenly kingdom see ; 
 There, behold the Lamb of God, 
 Whose gannents Bozrah dipp'd in blood i 
 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Through which, to yon Jerusalem, 
 We all must pass and go to him ;
 
 There ! lasting- blessings to enjoy, 
 Which nothing ever can destroy. 
 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 Felicity, ecstatic love! 
 In that Jerusalem above ; 
 Where ail in harmony shall join, 
 And sing an everlasting tune. 
 
 Chorus, &0. 
 
 With angels, and archangels blend, 
 Our praises then when time shall end, 
 Sweet incense rise for evermore, 
 When we arrive on Canaan's shore> 
 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 This bright Jerusalem is sure^ 
 To saints, who to the end endure ] 
 Tho' cro-!pe8 we must have below. 
 Sweet blessings! there for ever grow 
 Chorus, &c. 
 
 K?
 
 226 weight's poems. 
 
 LOSS AND GAIN. 
 
 A DIALOGUE BETWEEN BEN AND SAM. 
 
 B. Well Sam, you don't know what, I do 
 Intend for to explain. 
 But if you like, I'll try to shew, 
 What may prove loss, or gain. 
 
 fi. That's right Ben, as you seem to be 
 Acquainted with what I 
 Have often thought, I'd like to see, 
 Or feel, or beg, or buy. 
 
 8. iVay Sam, now can you tell me where, 
 Your comforts here shall end ? 
 And if you have them, are they rare, 
 Or if with grief they blend? 
 
 ]H. Why Ben, so strangely you enquire, 
 I scarce know what to say, 
 And yet your plainness I admire, 
 V In this improving day. 
 
 B. That's right Sam, let us live and leani ! 
 As fwe may each improve ; 
 While here, there is no need to mourn ! 
 But always live in love.
 
 Wright's poems. S:3!7 
 
 3S. in love Ben ! why, some folks will say. 
 There are who die in love ! 
 Before they reach meridian day, 
 From her embrace remove. 
 
 B. This may be true Sam, but you ken 
 The reason of the same, 
 You know that women, oft with men, 
 Have wish to change their name: 
 
 And if to disappoint their gain, 
 
 Or will, must now submit, 
 Then love is turn'd to gi-ief and pain, 
 
 WTieu things you cannot fit. 
 
 S. Why Ben, you handle things so queer, 
 You make me stare ! and wink ; 
 Folks happen may buy ought too dear, 
 Who won't take time to think. 
 
 B. Well Sam, I love to hear you talk. 
 Come take a chair, and sit ; 
 You're not like one of common folk, 
 You've got some ready wit. 
 
 S. I'll take a chair Ben, as you seem 
 So anxious of discourse; 
 Your converse much I do esteem, 
 When from a lively source.
 
 2lf8 wkiqht's j-oems. 
 
 6, This you must take, Sam, as you find^ 
 And make the best thereof; 
 Did ever you feci paia of mind. 
 Or ought revorsf. uf lave ? 
 
 S. Well, aa you talk Ben, I discern 
 What you intend for me ; 
 You wish me never more to mourn. 
 But always happy be. 
 
 B. True, Sara, you'll find that love and grie£ 
 ' Are both allied to man ; 
 And if in pain we want relief. 
 Let's have it if we can. 
 
 S. Now, Ben, I like to hear you speak, 
 So sensible as this ; 
 For here, I'm sure I often seek, 
 A portion of true bliss. 
 
 B. Then Sam, you'd never wish to part^ 
 With what you do obtain ! 
 If you have Christian love at heart, 
 'Twill do away with pain. 
 
 S. That's grand Ben'.»now there's joy to hear, 
 Your conversation kind. 
 It tendH to conquer doubt and fear. 
 With interest to the mind.
 
 wriuht":! poems. i^'i^ 
 
 B. Well, Sam, but 1 must tell you plain, 
 The only thing that should 
 Within the breast of man remain. 
 And what's the only geod. 
 
 S. Where shall I seek that I may find 
 The thing 1 so much need ; 
 To cast my doubts and fears behind, 
 And on true riches feed. 
 
 B. Relieve m Christ, for in him all, 
 W^e need for life or death, 
 Remains, to those who on him call, 
 Who gave us life or breath. 
 
 S. Well, Ben, 1 think this Lour well spent, 
 I'll strive my ways to mend ; 
 And of my former deeds repent, 
 Before my time shall en^. 
 
 And that's not all, Ben, now I feel, 
 
 A solid peace within ; 
 For he who did my sorrow heal 
 
 Hath pardon'd all my sin. 
 
 B. This I've enjoyed for twenty years, 
 
 A peace, that can't be told ! • 
 
 'Tis what dispels my doubts and fears. 
 To me. worth more than gold I
 
 'J3(» Wright's poems. 
 
 For when the world shall be in flames. 
 And all therein destroy 'd ; 
 
 Mansions above, the Christian claims — 
 With Christ to be employ'd. 
 
 S. Yes, Ben, I feel a portion now 
 Of bliss, which shall remain ; 
 Tho death may lay my body low, 
 Still I shall love retain. 
 
 B. Then Sam, what you had gain'd, is loss ! 
 And what you've lost, is gain ! 
 Obtaining better for the worse, 
 You've quitted all your pain. 
 
 THE OLD LADY'S OWN WAY. 
 
 I knew an old woman, who twitter'd and twin'd, 
 Her troubles increas'd so, she half lost her mind : 
 In this state she hadn't much strength to o'erconie. 
 The casual troubles within her, and at home. 
 Her pankin was crack'd, and she'd nought to put in't. 
 Her pocket was low, and she'd nought in the mint. 
 Yet her strength was quite flush, her health now was 
 
 good, 
 She'd qualifications to work for her food ;
 
 weight's poems, 231 
 
 But to twitter and twiue, was all her delight, 
 She would never cease this, from morning to night. 
 Now give her due wages, for all she has done, 
 She'd find the thing ended, just where it begun ; 
 Discontentment is such, who drink of her gall. 
 In life have no pleasure, or Comfort at all, 
 Whose days are now spent, in doubt and dispair ; 
 Have slender enjoyment, as small as a hair. 
 Permit me, Old Lady, a word now to give, 
 Whereby you may handsomely Comfort receive ; 
 Mark ! this is t^ie man, who writes as a friend, 
 To cause all your twitter, and twining to end. 
 He'll advise you to speak, but think before that, 
 Adhere to sound reason, avoid the chit chat ; 
 By which you maintain, equilibrium firm, 9 
 
 Have always a calm, but never a storm. 
 Domestics are bonny, and you are the same. 
 Your movements are canny, and nothing you blame! 
 In company now, you may lift up your head, 
 You have time to work then, and eat your own bread. 
 Yea, partaking of which, you offer up thanks, 
 In oblivion bury, your former old pranks ; 
 With grace in your heart, manifest in your life, 
 This will comfort a man, to live with his wife. 
 Your progeny then, a portion will take 
 Of harmony sweet, their welfare to mal<e ; 
 Mankind thus improving, their time well to spend, 
 By precept and practice move on to the end.
 
 234 wrioht's pokm?. 
 
 Such seed as we sow, the like will spring up, 
 Tho' trimming, may ornament any old cap ; 
 My subject is ended, pray learn to do well, 
 Then anon with sweet pleasure your bosom may swell. 
 
 INDECISION OF CHARACTER. 
 
 Mankind are all on the alert, 
 
 Searching for something pleasant, 
 
 From lower to a higher court, 
 Than what they'r in at present. 
 
 Thus fickle in the mind, anon, 
 Will try, both this and that. 
 
 Till out of breath, no business done, 
 Searching they know not what. 
 
 At length they meet an object which 
 
 Are anxious to obtain. 
 When tested! proves a broken stitch, 
 
 That cannot hold the mam. 
 
 Then setting out, to try afresh, 
 What strength of mind can do ; 
 
 The' this may be a shallow dish, 
 Of vague, and meagre ohow.
 
 WhlGUTS J'OEW*. 233 
 
 As mind, with resolution short, 
 
 Decision ever v/anting ; 
 Is but a mark for others sport, 
 
 While after bubbles panting. 
 
 The object worthy search they miss, 
 
 I'll shew to you the reason ; 
 Invariably you'll find 'tis this, 
 
 A striking out of season. 
 
 Such miss their mark, or strike across, 
 
 Just when the irons hot ; 
 An inadvertance makes it worse, 
 
 By ling'ring on the spot. 
 
 Think well, e'er you resolved are^ 
 
 And then connecting point ; 
 Will work two ways, superior far, 
 
 To things so out of joint. 
 
 But some have got no confidence. 
 
 In own self, not a bit ; 
 They'd trust a neighbour's better sense, 
 
 Who'd happen make it fit. 
 
 Thus, asking his opinion of 
 
 The thing he has in hand ; 
 Dye think my friend, that this will move 
 
 Or of itself now stand.
 
 vi34 Wright's poems. 
 
 His neighbour tells him that the thinj^ 
 Will neither stand nor lay ; 
 
 From which you'll find no good-will spring 
 You'd better march away. 
 
 Well, now, said he, that's quite enough, 
 
 1 will no longer wait ; 
 Nor can I bear this answer rough. 
 
 In good-will, or in hate. 
 
 Am I the master of a mind, 
 
 Not to decide at all ! 
 I feel at present thus inclin'd, 
 
 Either to stand or fall. 
 
 And for myself, act as a man, 
 By which I m self-sufficient ; 
 
 To think, and speak, and make a plan, 
 Subservient to the Omnicient ! 
 
 That by inspective scrutiny, 
 
 May bear the test of all ; 
 Tho' worlds be in a mutiny ! 
 
 'Twill stand, when they shall fall. 
 
 What 'eer thy hand may find to do, 
 Then do it with thy might ; 
 
 That life, and character may shew 
 Whatever is, his right.
 
 Wright's poems. liiii 
 
 PRINCIPAL AND INTEREST. 
 
 The. way of the world is certain and right. 
 
 Concluding its wrongs are but few ; 
 And at the same time would strive with their might 
 
 T'obta,in what they afterwards rue. 
 
 In the marginal note, may see their way clear 
 And droop in the midst of the same ; 
 
 Or at the extreme, in the end of the year, 
 Bear witness, themselves are to blame. 
 
 „,In bustle and throng, having been aU the while. 
 To find out the Comfort of life ; 
 Contending for this, that it lays in the smile 
 Of those, like the edge of a knife. 
 
 Deceitfully working, their end for to gain — 
 
 A bait, they will fix at the point ; 
 Which when it is taken, will fill you with pain, 
 
 And throw, the whole man out of joint. 
 
 A frown then, in preference let me enjoy, 
 From one, that now wishes me well ; 
 
 The effect of the same will never destroy, 
 The sound of the comforting bell.
 
 236 WBIOHTB P0BM8. 
 
 While charming so sweetly all cannot but hear, 
 
 And long to delight in the same ; 
 So free in the world having nought in the rear, 
 
 Possess, what is better than name. 
 
 "With a smile or a frown, he'd maintain hia hold 
 Quite heedless of bustle and strife ; 
 
 A something he has, of more valne than gold, 
 To serve, all the wants of his life. 
 
 By Comfort within, shew a portion without, 
 
 Let each the same spirit possess ; 
 What gladdens the heart, is the end of all doubt, 
 
 And conqueror too, of distress. 
 
 So then, when the world, conclusion shall have, 
 Its smiles and its frowns are all gone ! 
 
 In oblivion sunk, so deep in the grave, ° 
 Where principal cannot be won. 
 
 The interest begins where the principal lays 
 
 A portion for every day ; 
 Is due to the same, and with pleasure she pays 
 
 It without one moment's delay. 
 
 Then adhere very close, and stick to the truth, 
 
 Which never was given to lie : 
 The sum and the int'rest, you have them forsooth. 
 
 Neither one or the other can die.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Man was never made to mourn . . Stanza I 9 
 
 ..II 13 
 
 The Tree of Benevolence 16 
 
 A Cantata on Benevolence 21 
 
 On Deprecating Phrenology 22 
 
 Working on the Sabbath 23 
 
 The New Jerusalem enjoyed • 24 
 
 A first rate Public Speech, made iu the Town Hall 
 
 Middlesbro' terminating in the Pet 25 
 
 A Complicated Disease 29 
 
 A good old maxim for mankind to get rid of the pet 31 
 
 On the Pet, or the Settling Point 34 
 
 Dependence on a Breeze 88 
 
 A Panegyric on the Poet Bums 42 
 
 The Wealth of Cleveland Hills 45 
 
 An Awkward Step 49 
 
 Comfort 61 
 
 The Womb of the Morning 54 
 
 The Oak and the Willow 65 
 
 A Master's Eye 5T 
 
 The Boy and the Pig 59 
 
 A Consolatory Stanza on the Musical Blind Man.. 63 
 
 Emulation 66 
 
 Bitters and Sweets in the Balance 68
 
 238 CONTENTS. 
 
 The Seaman's Range 71 
 
 Anal3-sis of tbe Christian Pilgrim (in Eleven Parts) 74 
 
 The Christian Pilgrim's Home , 7^ 
 
 Roseberry Topping Fair, on Trinity Sunday 77 
 
 The Bird in liaud 81 
 
 A lovely admonition Hosea 82 
 
 The Simile 84 
 
 The Plougliman's Song 86 
 
 A Soliliquy ' 88 
 
 Tlie Miser's declaration and the Poet's Answer .... 89 
 
 The Fair Valentine 93 
 
 An Answer to the Fair Valentine 94 
 
 A good point 97 
 
 The Voice of Port William, Victoria, or Redcar Harbr. 99 
 
 An Intruder in Middlesbro' 102 
 
 Comfort in Aflliction, (A Soliliquy) 104 
 
 Nature's proof there is a God 107 
 
 Suspicion of tlie Author, (composed on the spot) .. 108 
 
 The Poet on Sheffield Mount 112 
 
 Legislation and the Blast Furnace 115 
 
 An universal Anthem 117 
 
 Courtship, Matrimony, and all the rest 119 
 
 Castillo's final Exit 122 
 
 The Beauty of Cleveland, and the Railway to Guisbro' 123 
 
 The Pitchfork 127 
 
 Gentle correction of some uncultivated Pettifogging 
 
 Gentlemen, Guisbro' 131 
 
 Names in toto 137 
 
 An Inuendo 139 
 
 Picture of a Shipwreck 140 
 
 The Winter's Night Amusement 143 
 
 Tbe Principal of Comfort 145 
 
 Parlianieutary Discussions 147 
 
 An Acrostip 148
 
 CONTENTS. 239 
 
 'JTia Landlord's Friend 148 
 
 There is no love about the house 153 
 
 A Desoint on the Passions, 155 
 
 The Silvery Locks of the Christian 159 
 
 Love and they say 161 
 
 The Press 164 
 
 The titled Man 165 
 
 The bread of Life 167 
 
 The long-wished for day 169 
 
 The Spectre 173 
 
 The Origin of Poetry 175 
 
 The day- star appearing in the East 182 
 
 The Printer seems offended 184 
 
 The Author's Defence 185 
 
 A small lesson for the Printer 186 
 
 The Old Man and the Youth, 187 
 
 Pomposity of thought 193 
 
 Fruits of Economy 196 
 
 A Long Stride to a Friend 199 
 
 Man's primeval state 202 
 
 Two Ruling Passions of the Mind 205 
 
 Picture of the Saint and Sinner met in Paradise .... 206 
 
 Cantata on Marriage , 210 
 
 A Radical Reform 212 
 
 Mutability and Immutability 216 
 
 Immutability 218 
 
 The Bark at Sea 221 
 
 The New Jerusalem , 224 
 
 Loss and Gain, (A Dialogue) 366 
 
 The Old La.ly's own way 230 
 
 Indecisioii of Character 232 
 
 Principal and Interest 235
 
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