The Rhode Island American, And General Advertiser

FROM THE SAME PAPER.

The following beautiful original Hymn was
sung at the late Ordination in this town, in
the tune of "Old Hundred." the favourite of
New-England on festive as well as solemn
occasions:

HYMN.

To many a sunny hill of green,
One vine may give its emerald curls;
And purple grapes will here be seen,
And there the white, like mellowing pearls.
And when their blood these clusters shed.
On different hills, to cheer the soul,
Those to a ruby rich and red,
These to a topaz turn the bowl.
Yet, though on different hills they grew,
Heaven's genial light made both mature;
And though they give a different hue,
They both are joyous, both are pure
So the True Vine luxuriant grows
In many a breast; it springs in bloom
Along life's sunny slope, and throws
Its mellow honours round the tomb.
And though the blessings of this vine
With different warmth and hue may glow
In different hearts, in all 'tis wine
Of heavenly growth, and joyous flow.