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A Nation's ThanksgiYing, 
 
 A PSALM OF PRAISE. 
 
 FTDAR 
 
 HENRY FTDARNELL, D. D., 
 
 (Rector of Zion Church, Avon, N. Y. Author of "Songs of the Seasons," etc.) 
 
 DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO 
 MISS ROSE ELIZABETH CLEVELAND. 
 
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 Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1886, 
 
 By Rev. H. F, DARNELL, D.D., 
 
 In the Office of the Lihrarian of Congress, Washington, D. C. 
 
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CdNTENTS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 1. Dedication, ...... 5 
 
 2. Letter accepting Dedication, ... 7 
 
 3. A Nation's Thanksgiving, ... 9 
 
 4. Opening of the Brooklyn Bridge, . 49 
 
 5. Notices of Works, . • •• • 55 
 
DEDICATION. 
 
 To her these lines we trace 
 Whose nature womanly and varied gifts 
 
 And simple grace 
 Do honor to her state, whether it lifts, 
 Like headland proud, above the tides and drifts, 
 
 To loftiest resting place. 
 Or finds her battling with the waves that meet 
 And break all boisterously beneath its feet. 
 
 Unmoved such scenes to face. 
 Upon such giddy height to stand secure — 
 Amid such tumult tranquil to endure. 
 
 And calmly view the flood ; 
 To know no warping from the sun or shower — 
 To know no change with Fortune's varying hour, 
 
 Is truest womanhood. 
 
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 5^ ^ Psalm ^ of # Praise. 
 
I. 
 
 |0 Thee, our fathers' God 
 
 And ours, from myriad hearts throughout a land 
 By freemen trod, 
 Arise sweet psalms of praise. From strand to strand^ 
 Where mighty oceans throb against the land 
 
 From morn till even ; 
 From men of many races — divers creeds, 
 Alike alone in human fears and needs 
 
 And blessings freely given, 
 They rise aloft above the din of earth. 
 And, to the Source from which all good hath birth, 
 Ascend to Heaven. 
 
 (lO) 
 
II. 
 
 lO-DAY Thine altars fair 
 Are richly decked. In praise Thy servants stand, 
 Or kneel in prayer. 
 Thy hallowed shrines with solemn pomp are grand, 
 Or simply wreathed by tender, loving hand 
 
 With flow'rets fair ; 
 And with those golden fruits and ruddy grains 
 With which Thou crown'st in mercy all our plains ; 
 
 Or with the thousand dyes 
 With which the parting Autumn stains the leaves. 
 Which drop, like benedictions, on our sheaves, 
 This day doth incense rise : 
 
 (II) 
 
III. 
 
 _^^|>OT such as, pressed of old 
 
 From pierced tree, all bleeding, yet did yield 
 Its perfumes manifold : 
 Not such as rose to vaulted roof, rich ceiled. 
 And reached the inmost shrine, to none revealed, 
 
 From cups of gold 
 Of lowly acolytes, content to wait, 
 Like the young Samuel,* in the Temple gate 
 
 Of God most high : 
 Not incense such as bruised herbs can give 
 From their crushed petals, which but cease to live 
 
 In their last sigh. 
 
 * I Sam. ii, i8. 
 
 (12) 
 
IV. 
 AcbfeHE incense we present, 
 5 O God, comes not of bruised herb or pierced tree : 
 i Not such would Thee content. 
 
 In cups of gold it is not offered Thee, 
 For gold is rarest oft where this may be. 
 
 From souls all penitent — 
 All glad for sin forgiven and soothed woe ; 
 From wounded spirits which yet, grateful,' go 
 
 Upon the heavenward way. 
 Its perfumes rise. Upon it, circling free, 
 And mounting ever through the blue immensity. 
 What love-beams play ! 
 
 (15) 
 
V. 
 
 HIS incense sweet ascends 
 ^V Forth from unnumber'd hearts in Jiappy homes, 
 X And duly blends 
 
 With richer savor of sweet charities, 
 And all the tender, loving ministries 
 
 A thankful spirit lends ; 
 Which recognizes in each blessing sent 
 A talent given, only to be spent 
 
 For Him who gave : 
 And sees but in the still increasing store 
 A growing treasure, out of which the more 
 For Him to save. 
 
 (14) 
 
VI. 
 T^E look around 
 ^g On every side, and see our wide domain 
 With peace and plenty crowned ; 
 The streams of Commerce, if not swollen, still 
 Of volume yet each busy hand to fill. 
 
 We see, in Fortune's storms, 
 Upon these coasts, by Ocean's billows hurled, 
 The gathered fragments of another world 
 
 Moulded in nobler forms : 
 And wandering stars, from older orbits freed, 
 Impelled by Liberty — Ambition — -Need, 
 
 Where Hope's beam cheers and warms. 
 
 (15) 
 
VII. 
 %,E see a rising race, 
 b^q Of many races formed, which still present- 
 And not alone in face 
 Or outward form — the marks of their descent ; 
 And in this race, the good and evil blent, 
 
 We long, perchance, may trace : 
 And if from out the restless, seething mass 
 Dark vapours oft will rise and dim the glass. 
 
 And forms distorted shew ; 
 In faith, 'mid all the misery and crimes — 
 Offspring unnatural of other climes — 
 We wait the process slow. 
 
 (i6) 
 
VIII. 
 |0 Thee not only due 
 
 Our praise for blessings, manifold and rare, 
 Descending, like the dew, 
 In these our days upon our country, fair. 
 Making its increase beyond all compare 
 
 The broad earth through : 
 But from that hour in which the fiat went 
 That, on this vast and teeming continent, 
 
 A brighter light should shine, 
 Before the hosts Thy chosen captains led. 
 Thyself went forth, and on their pathway shed 
 Thy grace divine. 
 
 (17) 
 
IX. 
 
 .MSNTO the past we gaze : 
 
 We see a little bark* put forth in morn's fair 
 beams 
 
 To tempt the briny ways. 
 Ah, what a bubble on the deep she seems ! 
 Yet freighted with what wealth of hopes and dreams 
 
 For after days ! 
 Thee, do we praise, O God, for favoring gales 
 Which, harmless, toyed with her swelling sails. 
 
 And bore her proudly on. 
 We praise Thee for the loving power which kept 
 The waves subdued, as onward still she swept. 
 
 And the rich goal was won. 
 
 * Columbus sails from Palos, Aug. 3, 1492. 
 
 (18) 
 
X. 
 
 .^OT&ND when, the voyage o'er, 
 
 J Grated the wave-worn, weary keel at last 
 A Upon the welcome shore. 
 
 Forgot the storms and perils of the past. 
 When on thy shell-strewn beach was anchor cast, 
 
 San Salvadpr ! 
 The first lone out-post of a new world won. 
 The conquerors bent the knee at set of sun 
 
 In thankful praise ; 
 And we, who share their conquest, not their pain. 
 Still, in the lapse of all these years, again 
 
 Thanksgiving raise. 
 
 ('9) 
 
XI. 
 ^TOBH, rich that goal indeed ! 
 
 J^ Beyond the bold adventurer's utmost ken- 
 
 ■i The monarch's greed : 
 
 Transcending all portrayed by poet's pen — 
 The wildest dreams of gold-enslaved men — 
 
 The keen desires of need. 
 Rich not alone in glittering gold and gems, 
 Such as may gleam in royal diadems 
 
 To daze the vulgar mind ; 
 But rich in glorious possibilities — 
 In scope and freedom for a race to rise 
 
 To lead mankind. 
 
 (20) 
 
XII. 
 ERE was a virgin soil 
 Had waited only for the proper seed, 
 And needful toil ; 
 Here all to meet a countless people's need, 
 And rear a race, from ancient fetters freed, 
 
 Whose nobler aim 
 Should be, in coming years, to make to cease 
 Wars wild alarms ; and to the God of peace 
 
 A temple rear, 
 Whose radiance, shining o'er the stormy main, 
 Should lift the world into a loftier plane. 
 And banish slavish fear. 
 
 (21) 
 
XIII. 
 ERE, in the wake 
 
 Of him who, chief, so nobly led the van, 
 Did others come, to make 
 Secure his triumphs ;* till the wild began — 
 Still in accordance with the Master's plan — 
 
 To newer life to wake : 
 Till all the coast, from frigid North to South — 
 From cape to cape — from bay to river's mouth. 
 
 Shewed hamlets fair ; 
 Each gleaming forth from pebbly beach and steep 
 O'er the wide billows of the restless deep. 
 
 Like Hope's bright star. 
 
 * Americus Vespucius, A.D. 1497-98. John and Sebastian Cabot. 
 
 (22) 
 
XIV. 
 ^ffisERE, soon, around 
 
 The hardy settler's rugged hut of pine, 
 The fallow ground 
 Began to yield its spoils : soon harvests shine, 
 And golden grain and purple-elustered vine 
 
 The clearings crowned. 
 In vain stern Winter's biting cold — the heat 
 Of Summer's scorching suns, which fiercely beat ! 
 
 Not these that nation's fate 
 Can stay or mar, which He, all wise, hath planned : 
 Not these that people's onward course withstand, 
 Predestined great. 
 
 (23) 
 
XV. 
 ijtERE, still it grew, despite 
 
 J^ ^\ Of savage raids, and the wild Indians' whoop, 
 
 i Which on the startled night 
 
 Would, fearful, break ; as, with an eagle's stoop. 
 They scan the prey on which they fiercely swoop : 
 
 And, soon, the lurid light 
 Of blazing homesteads redden all the skies, 
 Rent by the groans of dying men — by women's cries ; 
 
 Till the returning morn, 
 Unveil'd, looks down on scenes of cruelty. 
 So fraught with terror, as could only be 
 
 Of Hell and Horror born. 
 
 (24) 
 
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 XVI. 
 'TILL, year by year, 
 
 J^ The stately fabric rose ; and now were laid, 
 I Often in doubt and fear. 
 
 The broad foundations of the State. Now, undismayed, 
 Unto Thy lowly shrines which blest the glade 
 
 Our sires drew near. 
 Strong in that simple faith, and rugged sense of right. 
 Which yields not ever to unrighteous might. 
 
 Though stern and cold 
 We sometimes deem them now, yet in their ways 
 Should we do well, in these degenerate days, 
 Full oft to hold. 
 
 (25) 
 
XVII. 
 
 3S^H, then no idle name 
 
 i Was " Thanksgiving." To the log church from 
 
 <|» far and wide 
 
 The sturdy settlers came : 
 
 The aged grand-parents — the future bride — 
 
 The groom in prospect, ling'ring by her side : 
 
 The comely dame 
 
 With stalwart sons, and daughters fresh and fair ; 
 
 Manhood and youth commingled, lowly, there 
 
 In prayer and praise. 
 
 Then would the board be spread, and from the feast 
 
 None empty went ; the greatest thought upon the least 
 
 In those brave days. 
 (26) 
 
XVIII. 
 ^HEN Schools prevail, 
 And " Harvard,"* Learning's pioneer, stood forth, 
 And goodly " Yale," f 
 These shed their genial influence on the North, 
 And through succeeding years have proved their worth. 
 
 Ne'er may their glory pale, 
 For lack of that alone can stimulate 
 To noblest triumphs, and make truly great ! 
 
 Then stately rose, and fair, 
 To shed their dower upon the " Virgin State," 
 Those ancient Halls.J designed by Wren, and dedicate 
 To that illustrious pair. 
 
 (27) 
 
Who, like twin stars, shone o'er the troubled sea 
 Of Britain's civil strife, and set her free 
 
 E'en loftier flights to dare. 
 Let not their light expire, O South ! Mellowed by age, 
 Nurs'ry of patriot, hero, and of sage, 
 
 They are thy tend'rer care. 
 
 * " Harvard," founded A. D. 1636. f " Yale," founded A. D. 1700. f "William 
 and Mary College," founded A. D. 1693, in Virginia, and greatly in need of assist- 
 ance. 
 
 (28) 
 
XIX. 
 
 |VEgHEN flourished Art, 
 
 And many a wondrous master-piece was planned 
 
 To teach and touch the heart. 
 
 Then laws were framed, and charters won, as through 
 the land 
 
 The settlements grew into States ; and knowledge, 
 fanned. 
 
 Spread over hill and dale. 
 Stern men grew milder — of a mellower tone ; 
 And ere a single century had flown. 
 
 Beneath the shade 
 
 Of England's all-protecting banner, rose 
 
 A band of States, triumphant o'er all foes — 
 
 For freedom made. 
 
 (29) 
 
XX. 
 
 . . , JT?M __4. iU- 
 
 ua/gHEN set the sun 
 
 Of France upon a continent Champlain 
 Had well nigh won !* 
 Upon Quebec'sf proud height, and Abraham's plain, 
 Two noble chiefs, of Gaul and Britain, slain, 
 
 Now rest at one — 
 Wolfe and Montcalm, who, glorious in their fall — 
 In victory and defeat alike — bequeathed to all 
 
 Example high 
 Of true devotion to their country's cause. 
 To Honor's claims — Humanity's high laws, 
 
 And fairest chivalry. 
 
 * Capture of Louisburg, A. D. 1745. f Capture of Quebec, A. D. 1759. 
 
 (30) 
 
XXI. 
 ND as in stature still 
 
 Grew up each infant State, their strength they 
 W feel. 
 
 Then comes the thrill 
 Of liberty, wild coursing through their veins : 
 They claim, impatient of external chains, 
 
 A sovereign will.* 
 All wisely ruled, we now, enlightened, see — 
 Among the many things ordained to be — 
 
 The parricidal strife ; 
 Which, long-protracted, ere its bloody close — 
 More bloody e'er when brothers meet as foes — 
 
 Did give a nation life.f 
 
 * Speech of Patrick Henry in Virginia Assembly, May, A. D. 1765. f Declara- 
 tion of Independence, Juiy 4, A. D. 1776. 
 
 (30 
 
XXII. 
 jRIBUTE to Thee we bring, 
 
 Who on the storm-cloud rode : who, 'mid the ill 
 And woe and suffering, 
 Didst manifest Thy presence, making still 
 Man's pride and fury but subserve Thy will. 
 
 And, soon, with folded wing, 
 Thou bad'st the angel of Thy peace to light 
 On lands which foreign sway no more shall blight,* 
 
 To which no feuds shall cling ; 
 But, where, combining all their varied gifts 
 With all that man to loftier purpose lifts. 
 Thy sons Thy praise shall sing. 
 
 * Treaty of Paris, securing Independence, Sept. 3, A. D. 1783. 
 
 (32) 
 
XXIII. 
 7&ITH Freedom's birth, 
 
 n'WG) There came a sense through all the wak'ning 
 <i0^ land 
 
 Of Freedom's priceless worth. 
 
 Men into heroes grew — free States linked hand in 
 hand ; 
 
 And under his, the heaven-sent Chief's* command. 
 
 Abundance followed dearth ; 
 For each now felt his heritage his own, 
 And reaped in peace the fields his hands had sown. 
 
 Firm welded now 
 Into one solid whole, the " Union " stood. 
 The band of empire, from far flood to flood. 
 
 Upon her brow. 
 
 * George Washington, elected first President of the United States April 30, A.D. 1789, 
 
 (33) 
 
XXIV. 
 
 |WHENCEF0RWARD who shall tell 
 
 The progress of that highly-favored land 
 Which Thou hast blest so well ? 
 As by the flourish of magician's wand, 
 Soon noble bridges all her rivers spann'd ; 
 
 And, with their ebb and flow, 
 Full-freighted barks pass, ceaseless, to and fro, 
 As o'er the ocean's paths they come and go 
 
 With varied store : 
 E'en in her wildernesses cities rise, 
 Piercing with stately spires the peaceful skies 
 
 Where savage dwelt of yore. 
 
 (34) 
 
XXV. 
 
 ^jftHEN Science' reign began.* 
 
 The conquered elements, no longer free, 
 Confess the power of man ; 
 They bear his boundless wealth o'er land and sea — 
 They flash his messages all silently 
 
 Where none can ban ; 
 Their pulses beat across a thousand wires — 
 They light a thousand lurid furnace fires — 
 
 They crush the precious ore : 
 They spin the cotton — thresh the ripened grain — 
 And link, with sympathy's " electric chain," 
 
 Two worlds for evermore.f 
 
 *" Fulton's Folly " launched on the Hudson A, D. 1807. First railroad, A. D. 
 1827. f Atlantic cable laid Aug. 6, A. D. 1858. 
 
 (35) 
 
XXVI. 
 UT o'er the prosp'ring land 
 
 ' T There comes a deep'ning cloud. At first it 
 J^ seemed 
 
 No bigger than a hand ;* 
 
 But, born of bitter wrong, it needs must grow and 
 ' break. 
 
 It bursts ! The nation's strong foundations shake 
 
 With the first boom 
 Of its artillery.f Oh, darkest page 
 In all her history ! When love was turned to rage — 
 
 Sunshine to deepest gloom : 
 When common language — common laws and blood 
 No longer, like a band of angels, stood 
 
 Before the path of doom. 
 
 » " Missouri Compromise " on slavery, A. D. 1820. f Fort Sumter fired upon by 
 Confederates, A. D. April 12, 1861. (36) 
 
XXVII. 
 p\ cp foHEN rose to Heaven cries 
 
 I Of bitterest anguish, such as ne'er before 
 
 ■jt 
 4 Had rent these Western skies, 
 
 From countless Rachels, weeping, as of yore, 
 
 Above their cherished dead, who never more 
 
 Should bless their waiting eyes. 
 But, when the awful cloud — its fury spent — 
 Prepared to part, within the prayed-for rent 
 
 Thy " Bow " was seen. 
 Telling of righted wrong* — of buried woe — 
 A nation stronger for the bitter throe 
 
 Must needs have been. 
 
 *Slavery abolished by law, Sept. 12, A. D. 1862. 
 
 (37) 
 
XXVIII. 
 )ND now, we look with hope, 
 * Born of past mercies, to the coming years— 
 4 E'en to their utmost scope. 
 
 We see a land, baptized in blood and tears — 
 Escaped a thousand anxious cares and fears, 
 
 Prepared to cope — 
 Emerging from the throes of civil strife. 
 And instinct with a purer, loftier life — 
 
 With future ill ; 
 And brothers, dearer from the bloody fight 
 In which they proved their common race and might, 
 One common hope shall thrill. 
 
 (38) 
 
XXIX. 
 JJbE see a nation stand 
 
 Conspicuous through all the world — high blest. 
 A peaceful land ! 
 The shrine of Liberty — the home of the opprest : 
 Where Tyranny shall never rear its crest, 
 
 Or Slavery more shall brand. 
 Too strong for foes without to dare molest ; 
 Within, ruled by that loftiest law's behest — 
 
 A self-restraint, 
 The fruitage of enlighten'd government, 
 Of peace and plenty, and that sweet content 
 
 Which bounds desire 
 Within the just domain of individual right — 
 Which curbs Ambition's godless appetite 
 
 And Lust's fell fire. 
 
 (39) 
 
XXX. 
 
 dCROSS the boundless main, 
 
 We see the produce of her generous breast- 
 Mountain, valley, and plain — 
 Borne to the craving markets of the East, 
 Making for all the world perpetual feast 
 
 Of fruits and grain. 
 We see the golden treasure, deep in mines 
 Wherein the pleasant sunlight never shines, 
 
 Drawn from her teeming veins, 
 Or from the mountain torrent's rocky bed ; 
 And countless herds of glist'ning cattle fed 
 
 On her exhaustless plains. 
 
 (40) 
 
Ji <. 
 
 XXXI. 
 
 T^E see the swelling tide 
 
 Of immigration beat upon her shore, 
 "■^ In waves as full and wide 
 
 As in the dark and faithless days of yore, 
 When minds, too narrow for their times, had deemed 
 their store 
 Too little to divide ; 
 Had scann'd with jealous eye the flowing streams, 
 Which, right-directed, would outrun the dreams 
 
 Of wildest prophecy, 
 Setting in play a myriad factory-wheels — - 
 Making " demand " press fast upon the heels 
 Of all " supply:' 
 
 (40 
 
XXXII. 
 f UT as the ocean laves, 
 
 And, ever restless, beats upon the steep. 
 Till, in the silent caves, 
 It wakes the sounding echoes from their sleep. 
 And sends them forth, with resonance loud and deep, 
 
 Upon the aerial waves: 
 So errors dark, from old conditions grown — 
 Seeds of neglect in Past and Present sown — 
 
 Shall fill the troubled air 
 With murmurings such as shew upheavals near — 
 Oppress each anxious heart with pain and fear — 
 With doubt and dark despair. 
 
 (42) 
 
XXXIII. 
 
 |HEN, where shall peace be found ? 
 Not in the oblivion of noxious weeds 
 Which curse the ground ; 
 Not in the multiplicity of creeds — 
 All vain and profitless for human needs — 
 
 Which yet abound ! 
 But in that darksome and distressful time 
 A beam shall come, as from a purer clime, 
 
 To light on high ; 
 And, for " the good old ways " in which the fathers trod, 
 Unto the same supreme, unchanging God, 
 There shall arise a cry. 
 
 (43) 
 
XXXIV. 
 I&ND He will hear that cry, 
 
 E'en as He did of old, when prophet, saint 
 And pilgrim found Him nigh : 
 As when He fed the wanderer, lone and faint,* 
 Or on the weary slumberer's dreams did paint 
 
 The "ladder" high.f 
 He who, despite the angry winds and tide, 
 The " Mayflower's " path could still in safety guide 
 
 Across the foaming deep. 
 Will still display to all the wond'ring world. 
 As on a blazon to all eyes unfurled, — 
 " The Hand that made can keep." 
 
 * I Kings xvii, 6. f Gen. xxviii, 12. 
 
 (44) 
 
XXXV. 
 
 J TILL, in Thy power, 
 
 O Father, we confide. All gifts are Thine ; 
 And Thou dost shower 
 Thy blessings where Thou wilt. Oh, cause to shine 
 Thy face on this Thy land ! Of peace divine, 
 
 Oh, give it richest dower ! 
 Where'er Thou send'st Thy silver and Thy gold, 
 Send grace the trust for Thee and Thine to hold. 
 
 And wisely to employ : 
 Where'er Thou grantest light and knowledge true, 
 Oh, make the will Thy work and will to do 
 Supremest joy ! 
 
 (45) 
 
XXXVI. 
 pNITE in this blest cause 
 
 Thy chosen ones who hold the helm of State, 
 And those who frame our laws ; 
 Ail Thy true priests who at Thy altars wait, 
 And all Thy people — lowly, rich, or great. 
 
 Bid violence to pause ! 
 Make our tribunals terrible to crime. 
 And, in protecting innocence, sublime. 
 
 On justice let pity wait ! 
 Preserve the ephod and the ermine pure ! 
 Make wrath to cease, and only love endure ! 
 Make goodness only great ! 
 
 (46) 
 
XXXVII. 
 iAKE each to serve content, 
 
 In spirit free from sordid taint or soil ; 
 Not for emolument 
 Wrung from the honest hand of patient toil, 
 As, from the vanquish'd, victors tear the spoil ; 
 
 But, as the instrument, 
 In hands Divine, for the whole people's good : 
 As one of that supremest brotherhood 
 
 Whose honours never fall ; 
 Who link their fortunes, as their faith, to One 
 Whose sweet approval of a duty done 
 Repays for all. 
 
 (47) 
 
XXXVIII. 
 
 |HEN shall no problem long 
 I The anxious rulers of the land perplex : 
 4' United, earnest, strong 
 
 For God and good, those ills no more shall vex 
 Which spare no earthly state, no age or sex. 
 
 Then every form of wrong 
 Shall yield at last to that serener sway 
 Which looks not to the issue of the day ; 
 
 But, with a purpose high. 
 Which — come what may of human hopes or fears — 
 Shall bind its sheaves, or reaped in joy or tears, 
 For all eternity. 
 
 (48) 
 
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 '*^pei^iiigo|% ftpooklp finidgc 
 
 MAY 24, A. D. 1883. 
 
Opening op ©he Bf^ooi^LYN Bi^idge. 
 
 MAY 24, A. D. 1883. 
 
 I. 
 [&HERE a mighty nation expectant stands, 
 
 G-EX 
 
 -^<yj^ Two goodly cities to-day grasp hands 
 Over the watery way ; 
 
 <)■ 
 
 And firmly riveted, link by Hnk, 
 Is that huge chain by the river's brink 
 Which binds them one for aye. 
 
 (so) 
 
II. 
 
 Spanning the billows far and wide — 
 Spun like a web o'er the rolling tide, 
 
 Hangeth the mighty Bridge ; 
 Nearly a mile from shore to shore, 
 And poised a hundred feet or more 
 
 Clear of the water's edge. 
 
 III. 
 
 Was it the work of a single night. 
 
 Like the gossamer threads which greet the light 
 
 Down in the silent dell ? 
 Was it thrown in an instant athwart the piers, 
 Like the arc that is woven of smiles and tears. 
 
 As if by some fairy spell ? 
 (SI) 
 
IV. 
 
 Ah, not in a day — not in a year 
 Silently rose each stately pier 
 
 Forth from the surface blue ; 
 Not as the flight of an idle thought 
 Were those bands and braces of metal wrought, 
 
 Finely tempered and true. 
 
 V. 
 
 Painfully out from the mountain's side 
 
 Were hewn those blocks, which now with pride 
 
 Uphold the fabric fair ; 
 And many a day, and many a night, 
 A hundred hands that tracery light, 
 
 Have forged by the furnace' glare. 
 (52) 
 
VI. 
 
 No puny effort — no briefer space 
 
 E'er yielded the trophies in which we trace 
 
 The triumphs of human skill ; 
 But patient labor, infinite thought, 
 Are the weapons by which such deeds are wrought 
 
 In the hands of an iron will. 
 
 VII. 
 
 From the moment the mighty work was planned, 
 Till the noble stream at length was spanned, 
 
 And the victory fairly won. 
 Full many a weary hand found rest. 
 And many a toiler strong, oppressed, 
 
 Beheld his life-work done. 
 
 (53) 
 
VIII. 
 
 Thus into that Bridge of iron and stone 
 More costly things by far have gone, 
 
 To make up the mighty whole ; 
 That nobler labor of hand and brain, 
 That looks for honor and not for gain — 
 
 That springs from a lofty soul. 
 
 IX. 
 As over that Bridge men come and go, 
 As under its shadows the waters flow, 
 
 Let it speak through the coming days ; 
 " That some must sow whilst others reap, 
 But never a brave deed fails to keep 
 Its hold on a nation's praise." 
 (54) 
 
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Songs of the Seasons. 
 
 AN ELEGANT AND ATTRACTIVE GIFT-BOOK. 
 
 A COLLECTION OF ORIGINAL POEMS. 
 
 BY 
 
 REV. HENRY F. DARNELL, D.D., Rector of Zion Church, Avon, N. Y 
 
 From the New York Church Press of January 23, 1886 : 
 
 " ' Songs of the Seasons,' by the Rev. H. F. Darnell, D.D., Rector of Zion 
 Church, Avon, N. Y., has been published by MoCalla & Stavely, Philadelphia. It is 
 an elegantly gotten up volume, reflecting great credit upon the publishers. The 
 type, the paper, the binding, the illustrations are all excellent, rendering the volume 
 very attractive, fit for a gift-book and for the adornment of the drawing-room table. 
 As much, or more, may be said of the literary merit of the volume. It is a work of 
 great poetic beauty and merit. There are thirteen poems, of unequal length, but of 
 unvarying excellence. They are respectively designated ' The Coming Year,' ' Under 
 the Snow,' ' Bury Me at Easter,' ' Seed Time,' ' May-Day Song,' ' The Elements at 
 Strife,' ' Harvest Teachings,' 'Art in Nature,' 'A Romance of Christmas Eve," ' The 
 Wreathers.' ' Last Christmas and This,' ' Seasons of Prayer,' ' In Memoriam,' ' C. C. 
 D.' The poems abound with beautiful thoughts and exquisite imagery, and the 
 rhythm throughout is very harmonious and correct. In its poetry the volume is 
 charming; in its teachings it is most instructive and useful. We cordially commend 
 it to our readers, and, as a specimen of the versification and thought, we take the 
 liberty to quote the first poem. This may be the best recommedation of the book." 
 Pp. S7, cloth, gilt. 
 
 H. F. DARNELL, D.D., 
 
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"R J^ation's 'fhanl^sgimg." 
 
 A PSALM OF PRAISE. 
 
 (Rector of Zion Church, Avon, N. Y. Author of "Songs of the Seasons," etc. 
 
 Dedicated, BY PERMISSION, TO MISS ROSE ELIZABETH CLEVELAND. 
 
 "A work of national interest. A patriotic poem, 
 illustrative of the Divine power and goodness dis- 
 played in the origin, growth and development of the 
 United States. Should be in the hands of every in- 
 telligent citizen, irrespective of race or creed." 
 
 Sixty Pages, Double-thick Paper, Elegantly Bound in Cloth 
 and Gilt. 
 
 FREE BY MAIL, ONE DOLLAR, 
 
 Address : H. F. Darnell, P.P., Avon, N. Y. 
 
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READY FOR THE PRESS. 
 
 "Philip Hazelbrook;" or, "The Junior Curate." 
 
 (A STORY OF ENGLISH CLERICAL AND SOCIAL LIFE.) 
 
 BY 
 
 HENRY F. DARNELL, D.D., 
 
 Author of " A NATION'S THANKSGIVING, " " SoNGS OF THE SEASONS," ETC. 
 
 " Interwoven with the plot of this story, which competent critics have 
 pronounced to be bright, entertaining and of an excellent tone, are various 
 types of the ' clergyman of the Established Church,' with a description of the 
 more interesting portions of its work, especially in less favored localities. It 
 shews the influence of that Institution upon the social life of the country in its 
 different phases, and the spirit in which it is endeavoring to grapple with the 
 misery and ignorance which exist in the great centres of population. The 
 antecedents and ' orders ' of the author being English, may be some guarantee 
 as to the freshness and faithfulness of his details." Pp. 400, cloth, 
 
 pree; bv biail,, okje Doi,r,Aii. 
 
 ORDERS ADDRESSED TO 
 
 H. F. DARNELL, D.D., 
 
 AVON, N. Y., 
 
 Will be carefully booked and promptly attended to on publication. 
 
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