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New scenes, like spring, with flow'ry wreaths advance.
New prospects rise, no cloud to overcast.
Religion, who so long “on tiptoe stood,”
Hath past, indeed, o'er the Atlantic flood:
Our Brethren of the West, for greatness born,
Whom fools defame, and then affect to scorn,
With step intrepid send their worthies forth
To cleanse and fructify the moral earth.
(May offspring of one Parent, favour'd, free,
Charm with the sight of “Brethren who agree:”
And hence, one rivalry pervade their breast,—
Who most shall honour God, and serve him best!)
New prospects rise, no cloud to overcast.
Religion, who so long “on tiptoe stood,”
Hath past, indeed, o'er the Atlantic flood:
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Whom fools defame, and then affect to scorn,
With step intrepid send their worthies forth
To cleanse and fructify the moral earth.
(May offspring of one Parent, favour'd, free,
Charm with the sight of “Brethren who agree:”
And hence, one rivalry pervade their breast,—
Who most shall honour God, and serve him best!)
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