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Cry aloud, cry aloud, with your voices of woe,
(1771—1854.) JAMES MONTGOMERY, the son of a Moravian missionary, was born at Irvine, in Ayrshire, in 1771; and was educated at the Moravian school at Fulneck, near Leeds. In 1792, he commenced his connection with the “Sheffield Iris," a newspaper which he afterwards conducted for the space of thirty years, retiring from his editorial duties in 1825. In January 1794, and again in January 1795, he was prosecuted for alleged political offences, and sentenced the first time to a fine of £20 and three months' imprisonment, and the second time to a fine of £30 and six months' imprisonment. He lived long enough to record that all his political an
THE POOR WAYFARER.- Page 387. " (nasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have
done it unto ME.”-MATTHEW XXV. 40.
tagonists of those years had, without exception, died at peace with him.
In his latter years, he enjoyed a pension of £200 per annum from the discriminating bounty of his sovereign. His death occurred in the
James Montgomery's chief poetical works are, “The Wanderer of Switzerland and other Poems (1806); “The World before the Flood” (1813); “Greenland” (1819); and “The Pelican Island,” which is in many respects the most finished of his productions. His smaller poems exhibit great facility and smoothness, and an unfailing and exquisite amiability and devoutness of feeling.
THE POOR WAYFARER.
Hath often crossed me on my way,
That I could never answer, Nay.
He entered; not a word he spake:
gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on:
'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
To bid him welcome to my roof;
I found him by the highway side :
Revived his spirit, and supplied
In prison I saw him next, condemned
To meet a traitor's death at morn : The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honoured him midst shame and scorn ; My friendship’s utmost zeal to try, He asked, if I for him would die ? The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill; But the free spirit cried, “I will."
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger darted from disguise ;
My Saviour stood before mine eyes !