ROGER WILLIAMS. BY FRANCES H. WHIPPLE. ILLUSTRIOUS pioneer of liberty; Parent and founder of the truly free! 21 TO THE WEATHERCOCK ON OUR STEEPLE. BY ALBERT G. GREENE. THE dawn has broke, the morn is up, Another day begun; And there thy poised and gilded spear Where thou thy watch hast kept, A true and faithful sentinel, While all around thee slept. For years, upon thee, there, has poured And through the long, dark, starless night, The winter storms have beat; But yet thy duty has been done, By day and night the same, Still thou hast met and faced the storm, Whichever way it came. No chilling blast in wrath has swept Along the distant heaven, But thou hast watched its onward course And instant warning given ; And when mid-summer's sultry beams Oppress all living things, Thou dost foretell each breeze that comes With health upon its wings. How oft I've seen, at early dawn, Or twilight's quiet hour, The swallows, in their joyous glee And when, around thee or above, Till after twittering round thy head In many a mazy track, The whole delighted company Have settled on thy back. Then, if perchance amidst their mirth, I've thought I almost heard thee say, As far aloft they flew, "Now all away!-here ends our play, For I have work to do!" Men slander thee, my honest friend, And call thee in their pride,, An emblem of their fickleness, Thou ever faithful guide. Each weak, unstable human mind They have no right to make thy name They change their friends, their principles, Whilst thou hast ne'er, like them, been known Thus causelessly to range; But when thou changest sides, canst give Good reason for the change. Thou, like some lofty soul, whose course Art touched by many airs from heaven And moved by many impulses Which they do never know, Who, 'round their earth-bound circles, plod The dusty paths below. Through one more dark and cheerless night Thou well hast kept thy trust, And now in glory o'er thy head The morning light has burst. And unto Earth's true watcher, thus, Bright symbol of fidelity, Still may I think of thee: And may the lesson thou dost teach Be never lost on me ; But still, in sun-shine or in storm, Whatever task is mine, May I be faithful to my trust THE POET. BY MRS. SOPHIA LITTLE. He is happy; not that fame A second sight of soul which sees Into Nature's mysteries. Place him by the ocean's side, When the waters dash with pride; |