Appeal for the Samaritan Asylum. XLIV. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. OH! if to Afric's sable race A fearful debt we justly owe, If heaven's dread book record the trace Of every deed and thought below— Who is thy Neighbor. HANNAH F. GOULD. Who is thy neighbor !-see him stand Go where the widow'd mother pines Behold him in the stranger, cast Upon a foreign shore, Who, homeless in the cutting blast, Is shivering at thy door! *Founded by the Colored Bostonians, in 1833. Appeal for the Smaritan Asylum. And if for them the Christian prayer Go seek him 'mid the dungeon's gloom, And carry comfort there; And on the living in that tomb, Call blessings down by prayer. He's in thy enemy, who gave Look where the sable captive sighs, Columbia, favored of the skies! There is a blot among thy stars— Thou noble Tree of Liberty! O'er him who would his neighbor see Excluded from thy shade ? 75 76 Appeal for the Samaritan Asylum. Touch deep for them the pitying breast, How sweet their harps of praise may be? Did they who reared thee by their toil Not will thy fruit to be Alike, for all who tread our soil, A harvest sweet and free? Philanthropy, from every breast Thy streams should ceaseless flow; Our neighbor's in the weak, the opprest And every child of wo! Final Acceptance of the Righteous. XLV. BUTCHER. FROM north and south, from east and west, In one immortal throng we view But all their doubts and darkness o'er, Howe'er divided here below, One bliss, one spirit, now they know ; Though some ne'er heard of Jesus' name, Yet God admits their honest claim. On earth, according to their light, Blessed are they that Mourn. XLVI. BRYANT. DEEM not that they are blessed alone, The light of smiles shall fill again O there are days of sunny rest And ye, who o'er a friend's low bier, Nor let the good man's trust depart, |