As for the empire of the seas
Which jealous Gaul is feared for ;-
That rests with Nature's just decrees,
And her that Freedom's reared for.

The Grecian, and the Roman fleets
Were sunk by home decay, sir,

And France may build with twelve-inch sheets, 'Tis Freedom gives them sway, sir.

'Tis Trade that rules the Joiner's shop, And not great stock of woods, sir, Without an outlet all must stop,

O'er crammed with useless goods, sir.

'Tis Trade and Commerce causes ships,
And Empire follows these, sir;
But, mere warships and warlike slips
Will never rule the seas, sir.

War built power is worst of all,

Which has been France's bane, sir,Her colonies were sure to fall,

As Autumn moons to wane, sir.

Now, this advice to all I give,
In truth indeed 'tis made, sir,
Those Nations that would longest live
Must cultivate Free Trade, sir.

For States, like men, can live alone
By sweat of Labour's brow, sir,
'Tis sure to make the firmest throne,
And happiest too, I trow, sir.

When farmers want abundant grain,
In Spring they use the means, sir,
'Tis Labour, helping Nature's rain,
Produces wheat and beans, sir.

'Tis Commerce keeps the crown propped up,
And not the crown the Trade, sir,
For, when the crown becomes corrupt,

Then both of them must fade, sir.

Which ever Constitution's best,
Will stand the roughest wear, sir,
And guns and swords will prove the test,
That Freedom's nought to fear, sir.

Our transatlantic brethren too,
Rose rapid up by trade, sir,
Until corruption's poison flew,
When Slavery was made, sir.

If slaves and stripes uphold their State,
And for then needful be, man,
They never can, nor shall be great,
Who crush down Liberty, man !

The God who rules above us all,
A prize to man hath given,
The nation that ignores all thrall,
The nearer comes to Heaven.

Let towers be built Olympus high,
With cannons wide as Hell, sir,
Let balls as huge as Ossa fly,

We'll scatter them pell mell, sir!

Then let all despots plot away,

Man's freedom rides secure yet,
For God's own anchor gives it sway,
De facto and de jure yet.

Yes! Britain still shall be the home
And birthplace of the Free Man-
And more than that, her sons shall roam
And plant great Freedom's tree, man.

Let other nations follow on

She cannot follow them, sir,

Her flag is pinned to Freedom's throne,
All tyrants to condemn, sir.

We'll nail our faith upon the creed,
That Bigotry is nonsense;

That God is just, and good indeed,
Says Liberty of Conscience!

Old Greece, and greater Rome, were famed By many a noble deed, sir,

Till Popery stepped in and maimed,

And made of Christ, a creed, sir.

It first enslaved the mind of man,
And bound it to a priest, sir.
And then, with nimble feet, it ran,
To bring the scarlet beast, sir.

Which frightened Man, with many a roar,—
Just like an angry bull, sir,

Until the Absolution score

Filled coffers deep and full, sir.

And yet 'tis a convenient Faith,
And stands in lieu of Freedom,
The Priest can sell you life or death,
According as you need him.

But Luther and his great Protest,
Though diet fed on Worms, sir,
Proved that the Pope was but a pest,
His bulls but empty forms, sir.

But now, alack! the Protestant
Is slave enough to forms, sir.
Religion now is merely cant,

And God a God of storms, sir.

Who made mankind just to be damned,
By scores of differing sects, man,
Who, each could see Hell doubly crammed,
By laws from the same texts, man.

The Bible aye is held on high,
To be the Word of God, man,
Although the fools they fail to spy,
They make it but a rod, man.

Instead of God-a God of love,

Who made all things for good, sir, They make him worse than heathen Jove, And far less understood, sir.

See God in Nature,-everywhere,
His Word is writ around, sir,

The Bible's true when read with care-
Though fables much abound, sir.

Philosophy and politics,

Have both one end in view, man,
To find out Truth, from Priesthood's tricks,
And hold fast what is true, man.

Your Reason trust, in spite of cant,--
All fables throw away, man,
Protest-and be a Protestant

'Gainst all sects of the day, man.

All Miracles are priestcraft's tricks,-
From Jericho, to Jonah,

God's wisdom beats them all to sticks,
And science makes them groan, ah!

The above verses are not written for the purpose of throwing the slightest degree of doubt against the great truths scattered everywhere in the Bible, but rather to encourage its readers to read it with the light and power of Reason, and be able to cast aside the many seemingly ridiculous and unbelievable fables and absurdities, which the tenacity and cant of the religionists of the present day, hold up to mar such an invaluable acquisition and blessing to the human race; and to see God as a Being of faultless Order, superabounding Love, inflexible Justice, and unchangeable Purpose,-instead of a consuming fire, an angry, vindictive, jealous, and unappeasable Being,-who would create beings without their will, then afterwards doom them,-without the chance of expiation, to millions on millions, and billions of years, never ending, to a system of horrible cruelty in Hell, to be the sport and pastime of a Being, (then his superior,) called the Devil. Also, the teaching of his best Son, Jesus Christ, will yet be better known and appreciated, than it ever can be in the narrow and sectarian straight-jacket of Cant, and Hypocrisy, which abounds so much, in the tenets of all the so-called Christian denominations of the present, and past generations.

SEEDS AT RANDOM THROWN.

"The Lord made all things for Himself, yea, even the wicked for the day of evil."-Scripture.

"I form the light, and create darkness; I make peace, and create evil; I the Lord do all these things."-Isaiah xlv. 7.

I.

YOME, let us praise the simple plan

COME

Which Nature has laid down for Man ;

No boasted goodness is required,
Nor over holiness admired

By Him who rides the hurricane,
Which laughs at human grief and pain ;~~
Who thunders on the heaving deep
And penetrates the heart of sleep;—
Will Ritual, with its priest-fed Form,
Allay the horrors of the storm?
Or Prayer affect great Nature's soul
Which bids the cruel breaker roll?

II.

Yes! Muse, come praise the Infinite Mind,
Which scatters Vanity behind !—
How modestly pale Phoebe doth rise
And gently glides across the skies,——
How silently doth Phoebus blaze,
While blessing all, with genial rays!
How smooth, yet sure the Globe revolves,
And proves Galileo's calm resolves.
How doubly sure the wave shall flow
And sing Man's requiem of woe,
When, cradled 'neath its heaving breast,
The million crews have sunk to rest;
Then wherefore should not Men abide
By laws,-which rule the sun and tide?
And not with Form insult their God,
And plant a lie where Jesus trod !

III.

Then let you haughty dames beware,
And mis-named noble-men take care,
Who tie Religion on their wealth,
And send it off to Heaven by stealth,
But gallop back with small persuasion
And canter up their "great possession,"
Then drive with pomp into a kirk,
Where Pride, 'neath Ritual, close doth lurk,
Formality with Satan plays,

While meek Sincerity in secret prays;
And Patience waits, till honest Truth
Shall sweep their temples clean, forsooth!