Joseph Wharton

“ On whom their hearts may lean with loyal trust:
One who will show them how in every land,
Nature's crude hoards yield to the skilful hand,
And how, with equal rights, each opening mind
May all the roads to power and increase find? ”

“ Sweet womanly languors, and high deeds of a man. Lie prone no more beneath the palsying ban Of crusted usage! On thy valleys dight
With tropic verdure, thy cold mountains' height,
And blissful slopes which temperate breezes fan. Breathes the new air that through the ages ran Whenever God turned men toward the light.
Does our proud race alone enjoy the sun.
Or does the rain make green no fields but ours? Prophetic eyes but faintly have begun
To see the lofty climax of thy powers, When the full noontide of thy day is won. ”

“ No tongue defends it, for no plea can screen.
But see the countless homes where virtue reigns,
Where fond affection binds with silken chains:
Parents with children linked in sweet accord,
Friend true to friend, and spouse by spouse adored. ”