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poems.
'T is this that bids our innate feelings soar,
Pleased with a little, but yet seeking more.
A thirst unquenchable that fills the heart,
Breathing progression in each whole and part.
Trace but the efforts of the vig'rous mind,
With happy skill and useful art combined,
That now propels across the foamy sea,
The rapid Steam-ship for the bold and free.
Oh! could our "Pilgrim Fathers" now appear,
And see what great improvement's making here,
Well might they doubt the vision of their eyes,
When such success on human efforts rise!
Well might they wonder at the progress made,
Since they retired to their silent shade.
Would they could look upon the changing scene,
Improvement's made: methinks they sure would deem,
An "ignus fatuus," all the change they saw,
A deviation from creation's law.
But let it pass; it is no idle tale,
Or fancy's vision that we now inhale!
Where'er we cast our oft admiring eyes,
We see improvement on improvement rise;
And from effect we learn to trace the cause,
And find the whole is based on Reason's laws.
Far as the eye can roam, the form can go,
There's nought too great for intellect to know!
Pleased with a little, but yet seeking more.
A thirst unquenchable that fills the heart,
Breathing progression in each whole and part.
Trace but the efforts of the vig'rous mind,
With happy skill and useful art combined,
That now propels across the foamy sea,
The rapid Steam-ship for the bold and free.
Oh! could our "Pilgrim Fathers" now appear,
And see what great improvement's making here,
Well might they doubt the vision of their eyes,
When such success on human efforts rise!
Well might they wonder at the progress made,
Since they retired to their silent shade.
Would they could look upon the changing scene,
Improvement's made: methinks they sure would deem,
An "ignus fatuus," all the change they saw,
A deviation from creation's law.
But let it pass; it is no idle tale,
Or fancy's vision that we now inhale!
Where'er we cast our oft admiring eyes,
We see improvement on improvement rise;
And from effect we learn to trace the cause,
And find the whole is based on Reason's laws.
Far as the eye can roam, the form can go,
There's nought too great for intellect to know!
