Thank you for visiting SNEWPapers!

Sign up free
Page thumbnail for The New Hampshire Gazette
Poem March 30, 1824

The New Hampshire Gazette

Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

Poem by W. B. Tappan from the National Gazette, urging the construction of a House of Industry to aid the sorrowful, poor, and afflicted through compassion and charity, portraying such acts as humanity's noblest endeavor.

Clipping

OCR Quality

98% Excellent

Full Text

From the National Gazette.

THE HOUSE OF INDUSTRY.

BY W. B. TAPPAN.

Go rear the dome whose portals high,
Gladly receive the child of sorrow-
Go wipe the tear from misery's eye,
And cheer the sad with hope of morrow.

Go thou, whose yet untroubled bed
Ne'er knew the midnight burst of anguish.
Go where the dream of joy has fled,
And penury is left to languish.

Affliction's wave thy barque may whelm,
And tempests shroud thy sun of pleasure;
Then let Compassion set at helm.
And be sweet Charity thy treasure.

Hear'st thou that mother ask employ?
She strives to check the tear that's stealing;
Her miseries are forgot-the boy
She fondles, stirs that fount of feeling

Yon tim'rous girl implores relief-
Obtain'd-"O this shall sooth your sadness.
Dear helpless parents! banish grief.
Your child will turn that grief to gladness!"

I covet not the frozen heart-
There never throb of love is beating
That bids the honest poor "depart!"
That gives not wretchedness kind greeting.

When active pity forms the plan,
To meliorate rough mis'ry's frowning,
O, surely then, we see the Man
God's noblest work, His labor crowning.

What sub-type of article is it?

Ode

What themes does it cover?

Moral Virtue

What keywords are associated?

House Of Industry Charity Compassion Poverty Misery Moral Virtue Relief For Poor

What entities or persons were involved?

By W. B. Tappan.

Poem Details

Title

The House Of Industry

Author

By W. B. Tappan.

Subject

On The House Of Industry And Charity For The Poor

Form / Style

Rhymed Quatrains In Iambic Tetrameter

Key Lines

Go Rear The Dome Whose Portals High, Gladly Receive The Child Of Sorrow Go Wipe The Tear From Misery's Eye, And Cheer The Sad With Hope Of Morrow. When Active Pity Forms The Plan, To Meliorate Rough Mis'ry's Frowning, O, Surely Then, We See The Man God's Noblest Work, His Labor Crowning.

Are you sure?