EMINENT REFORMERS

Methinks that I could trip o'er heaviest soil,

Light as a buoyant bark from wave to wave,

Were mine the trusty staff that JEWEL gave

To youthful HOOKER, in familiar style

The gift exalting, and with playful smile:

For thus equipped, and bearing on his head

The Donor's farewell blessing, canhe dread

Tempest, or length of way, or weight of toil?—

More sweet than odours caught by him who sails

Near spicy shores of Araby the blest,

A thousand times more exquisitely sweet,

The freight of holy feeling which we meet,

In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales

From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.