THEODORE DWIGHT. AFRICAN DISTRESS. "HELP! oh, help! thou God of Christians! Save a mother from despair! Cruel white men steal my children! God of Christians, hear my prayer! "From any arms by force they're rended, Swift will carry them from me. "There my son lies, stripp'd, and bleeding; * Ser his little sister by him; Quaking, trembling, how she lies! Drugs of blood her face besprinkle; Tears of anguish fill her eyes. Now they tear her brother from her; Down, below the deck, he's thrown ; Stiff with beating, through fear silent, Save a single, death-like, groan." Hear the little creature begging — "See, upon the shore she's raving: "I am young, and strong, and hardy; He's a sick, and feeble boy; Take me, whip me, chain me, starve me, All my life I'll toil with joy. "Christians! who's the God you worship? Is he cruel, fierce, or good? Does he take delight in mercy? "Ah, my poor distracted mother! Hear her scream upon the shore."Down the savage captain struck her, Lifeless on the vessel's floor. Up his sails he quickly hoisted, HANNAH F. GOULD. THE SNOW FLAKE. Now, if I fall, will it be my lot To be cast in some low and lonely spot, And then will my course be ended ?" 'Twas thus a feathery Snow-flake said, As down through the measureless space it strayed, 66 It seemed in mid air suspended. · O, no," said the Earth, "thou shalt not lie, For thou wilt be safe in my keeping: But revive when the sunbeams are yellow and warm, “ And then thou shalt have thy choice to be In the jessamine bloom, the anemone, With the pearls that the night scatters over the mead, In the cup where the bee and the fire-fly feed, “To wake, and be raised from thy transient sleep, When Viola's mild blue eye shall weep, In a tremulous tear, or a diamond leap In a drop from the unlocked fountain; Or, leaving the valley, the meadow and heath, "Or, wouldst thou return to a home in the skies, A pencil of sunbeams is blending. "Then I will drop," said the trusting flake; "But bear it in mind that the choice I make Is not in the flowers nor the dew to awake, Nor the mist that shall pass with the morning: |