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THE CHOLERA MORBUS.

[On hearing it said that this disease only attacked the poor.]

It comes ! it comes from England's trembling tongue

One low and universal murmur stealeth;

By dawn of day, each journal is o'erhung

With startling eyes, to read what it revealeth,

And all aghast, ejaculate one word

THE CHOLERA—no other sound is heard !

Had Death upon his ghastly horse reveald,

From his throat-rattling trump a summons sounded, Not more appallingly its blast had peal'd

Upon the nation's ear;—awe-struck, astounded,

Men strive in vain their secret fears to smother,

And gaze in blank dismay on one another.

Now are all cares absorb’d in that of health;

Hush'd is the song, the dance, the voice of gladness,

While thousands in the selfishness of wealth,

With looks of confidence, but hearts of sadness,

Dream they can purchase safety for their lives

By nostrums, drugs, and quack preventatives.

The wretch who might have died in squalid want,

Unseen, unmourn’d by our hard-hearted blindness,

Wringing from fear what pity would not grant,

Becomes the sudden object of our kindness, Now that his betters he may implicate,

And spread infection to the rich and great.

Yet still will wealth presumptuously cry,

“ What though the hand of death be thus outstretched?

It will not reach the lordly and the high,

But only strike the lowly and the wretched.

Tush! what have we to quail at? Let us fold

Our arms, and trust to luxury and gold.”

They do belie thee, honest Pestilence!

Thou’rt brave, magnanimous, not mean and dastard;

Thou’lt not assert thy dread omnipotence

In mastering those already overmaster'd

By want and woe,-trampling the trampled crowd,

To spare the unsparing, and preserve the proud.

Usurpers of the people's rights! prepare

For death by quick atonement.--Stony-hearted

Oppressors of the poor !-in time beware!

When the destroying angel's shaft is darted,

'Twill smite the star on titled bosoms set,

The mitre pierce, transfix the coronet.

Take moral physic, Pomp! not drugs and oil,

And learn, to broad philanthropy a stranger,

That every son of poverty and toil,

With whom thou sharest now an equal danger, Should as a brother share, in happier hours,

The blessings which our common Father showers.

O thou reforming Cholera! thou’rt sent

Not as a scourge alone, but as a teacher

That they who shall survive to mark the event

Of thy dread summons, thou death-dealing preacher!

By piety and love of kind may best

Requite the love that snatch'd them from the Pest.

THE RECANTATION.

Young, saucy, shallow in my views,

The world before me-free to choose

My calling or profession,

I canvass'd, one by one, the list,

And thus, a tyro satirist,

Condemn'd them in succession:

The Law?-its sons cause half our ills,

By plucking clients in their bills,

As sparrowhawks do sparrows;

Shrinking the mind it whets, their trade

Acts as the grindstone on the blade,

Which, while it sharpens, narrows.

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