1783-1826.
Christman Hymn.
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning!
Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid.
Missionary Hymn.
From Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand.
Palestine.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm, the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!
JONATHAN M. SEWALL.
Epilogue to Cato.
Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, N. H., 1778.
No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
But the whole boundless continent is yours.