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Elliott ' s Poems . Vol . III . Our opinion of Ebenezer Elliott has been so distinctly and fully expressed , originally in the * Repository / and more recently elsewhere , that we shall merely now mention the appearance of this volume , and recommend its immediate possession to our readers . We presume the ' \ Poet
of the Poor' to have been made free of their libraries , of their club * , of their institutes ; and only take on ourselves to announce a fresh visit from him . Yet we cannot deny ourselves the pleasure of giving them a foretaste of his coming . We shall give specimens of several kinds . How rational and manly is the piety of the following hymn : —
* FOREST WORSHIP . Within the sun-lit forest , Our roof the bright blue sky . Where fountains tiow , and wild flowers blow , We lift oar hearts on high : Beneath the frown of wicked men
Our country ' s strength is bowing ; But , thanks to God , they cant prevent The lone wild flowers from blowing
• High , high above the tree tops The lark is soaring free ; Where streams the light through broken clouds His speckled breast I see . Beneath the might of wicked men The poor man ' s worth is dying ; But , thank'd be God , in spite of them The lark still warbles flying .
• The preacher prays , " Lord bless us !' " Lord Me 3 s us ! " echo cries ; Amen ! " the breezes murmur low ; " Amen ! " the rill replies . The ceaseless toil of woe-worn hearts The proud with pangs are paying ; But here , O God of earth and heaven ! The humble heart is praying .
How softly , in the pauses Of song , re-echoed wide , The cushat ' s coo , the linnet ' s lay , O'er rill and river glide ! With evil deeds of evil men The affrighted land is ringing : But still , O Lord ! the pious heart And soul-toned voice a . re singing .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), May 2, 1835, page 351, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2645/page/59/
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