Witness our trusty and well beloved John Wentworth, Esq. Governor and Commander in Chief in and over our said Province, &c. this thirteenth day of December, in the tenth year of our reign, and in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and sixty nine.

By his Excellency's command with the advice of Council.

THEODORE ATKINSON, Sec'ry.

Locus
Sigilli.

J. WENTWORTH.

Note (h) page 58.

A POEM,

On the Rise and Progress of Moor's Indian Charity School, (now incorporated with Dartmouth College) its removal and settlement in Hanover, and the founding a Church in the same.

By one of Doctor WHEELOCK's Pupils, educated in said school, and now a member of said College, preparing for a mission among the Indians.

SOME heavenly power soft whispering to my heart,

Inspire my soul and light divine impart ;
Teach me to sing how Dartmouth first arose,
In spite of mortal and immortal foes.

Say first my soul, how the Almighty mind,
Who at one view surveys all human kind,
Beheld the murdering savage mad with spite,

Reel to the regions of eternal night;

And feeling god-like pity in his breast,

His glorious grace he thus with smiles address'd: "Goʻgrace triumphant, spread thy gifts abroad, On savage mortals, who despise their God;

From heaven's bright world descend to humble earth
There give an Indian seminary birth,

Where heathen youth from many a distant tribe,
The seeds of truth and science shall imbibe,

And learn to bow before our awful throne,
And hail ME King of heaven and earth alone;

Learn to adore the sacred Three in One,
Love and admire my own eternal Son,

(Who ransom'd hell-doom'd rebels with his blood)
And all the boundless mercy of a God.
Nor these alone; let virtuous English youth,
Whose bosoms glow with piety and truth,
Devote their lives and join the glorious cause,
Of snatching captive souls from satan's paws,
Who like a lion bound shall bite his chain,
And roaring loose the vassals of his reign.
Yet neither pride of earth nor powers of hell,
Tho' like a raging sea they foam and swell,
Shall e'er destroy this offspring of my love,

But by permission from my throne above."
Thus God ordain'd in heaven, and what he will'd,
Almighty grace on earth below fulfil'd.

Up rose the infant school, small at her birth,
Just as a grain of mustard from the earth
Shoots up a tender stalk, and by degrees,
Spreads and extends, and emulates the trees.
As Sol's prolific beams, and kindly showers,
Call forth the vernal bloom, and fragrant flowers;
So grace divine display'd her heavenly store,
And cheer'd the infant School she rear'd before;
Cloth'd with her garments, nourish'd with her food,
And pour'd its bosom full of every good.

Yet then, lest man should say (and claim the praise)
Behold the Institution which I raise !

To show the world the plan was all her own,

And keep assuming mortals from her throne,

She hid the cheerful glories of her eyes,

Bid envy rage and malice vent their lies;

Then rose Contempt and Pride, with Sneers assail'd, Help hid her head, and weak Assistance fail'd,

All light of human hope forbore to shine,

And clouds and darkness veil'd the whole design,

Then faith and hope, by heaven's own breath inspir'd,
Rais'd their petitions, and God's help requir'd;
Grace with a smile, expel'd th' impending harm,
Dispers'd the clouds, and drove away the storm;
Pour'd down her blessings, bid new friends arise,
And cheer the sinking school with fresh supplies;
Who, like a trembling child, which fears a fall,
For help, on Albion's isle, presumes to call:
Albion, the boast of fame, Europa's pride,
Which more outshines all other lands beside,
Than noon-day Phoebus, in his blazing car;
Exceeds the twinkling lustre of a star.

An isle renown'd for riches, arms and arts,
For heroes, noble souls, and lib'ral hearts.
Illustrious GEORGE, enthron'd in sovereign rule,
Commences donor to an Indian school;

His bright example, fires each generous breast,
And charity, in fairest splendor dress'd,
Stands forth rever'd, while noble Britons join,
To bring their off'rings, and adorn her shrine.
But see above the rest, exalted stand,
The worthy few, who stretch'd their friendly hand,
To lead young Dartmouth, through her infant state,
Support, build up, and make her truly great!
O! could my soul, in strains sublimely bold,
Sing, as the Bards immortal sang of old,
Their deeds should live eternal in my lays,
And heaven and earth re-echo to their praise.
Should great Meonides rise from the dead,
Or Maro rear his venerable head,

A theme like this, might kindle all their fire,
And with new glories, every page inspire,
The praise of charity, in every line,
Must spread her blooming beauties all divine.
Ye savage tribes, behold with vast surprize,
Devour the prospect, with your wondering eyes!
Fair Charity to you her wealth displays,

Be yours the profit, and be hers the praise :

Be chang'd your hearts, your bloody deeds disprove,

And let your rugged passions soften into love.

Say next, my tuneful power, how grace ordain'd

To move young Dartmouth to a distant land;

To pull this plant she rais'd with careful toil,
And fix it, blooming, in a northern soil.

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Thus we behold, in pathless forests sprung,
A fruitful tree, with golden apples hung,
Inclos'd around with shades and gloomy wastes,
Expos'd to beating rains, and stormy blasts;
So Dartmouth seated on her desert plain,
Try'd, dissappointed, and oppress'd with pain,
Look'd back, and long'd for her old seat again.
Deep in her bosom heav'd the swelling sigh,
And the big tear, roll'd trickling from her eye;
Earthward, in pensive woe, her look she bent,
And veil'd her face with gloomy discontent:
Though wrong her conduct, yet be censure still,
Afflictions fall by heaven's all-sovereign will;
And in this storm how could she choose but weep
When her Almighty guardian seem'd to sleep?
When frightful prospects rose to sight around,
When languis'd hope, and threat'ning nature frown'd.
For now the king of day, at distance far,
In southern signs, drove his refulgent car;

On northern climates beam'd a shorter day,

And shot obliquely his diminish'd ray.

Grim winter frowning from the glistening bear,
Unbar'd his magazines of nitrous air,

And clad in icy mail, of rigid form,

Menac'd, dark dismal days, and dreadful storm.
Forlorn, thus youthful Dartmouth trembling stood,
Surrounded with inhospitable wood;

No silken furs, on her soft limbs to spread,
No dome to screen her fair defenceless head,
On every side, she cast her wishful eyes,
Then humbly rais'd them to the pitying skies.
Thence grace divine beheld her tender care,
And bow'd her ear, propitious to her prayer.
Soon chang'd the Scene; the prospect shone more fair;

Joy lights all faces with a cheerful air;

The buildings rise, the work appears alive,
Pale fear expires, and languid hopes revive;

Grim winter's surly blasts forbear to blow,
And heaven lock'd up her magazines of snow;

Autumn protracted its indulgent days,
And Sol diffus'd a larger tide of rays,
And was, or seem'd reluctant to decline,
While Dartmouth needed his propitious shine;
Yet he, at length, obtains his utmost goal,
And leaves, in darkness sunk, the frozen pole,
From whose eternal snows, the stormy blast
Howls through the pines, and sweeps the barren waste.

But what though Phoebus glanc'd a feebler ray?
God's spirit beam'd a more celestial day;
On sin-sick souls, he shone divinely bright,
And bid them spring from darkness into light.
The gloom dispell'd, the mind desires new joys,
And bliss supernal ev'ry thought employs :
Eternal truths the warm affections gain,
And vicious pleasures meet a just disdain.
With love divine, the raptur'd bosom glows,
And conscience, heal'd, indulges,sweet repose;
No more reluctant, now to dwell at home,
Acquits the soul, and longs for joys to come.
Earth, with her toys, no more inspires delight,
But sinks away, and vanishes from sight.
With full consent, in holy cov'nant join'd,
To God both soul and body are resign'd;

Time, talents, life, and breath, and all, are given,
To serve the Lord, and climb the road to heaven.
Jesus, the filial God in mercy dress'd,

Joins his young bride fast to his bleeding breast;
Calms all her pains, and eases every smart,

And sets her as a seal upon his heart.

Inspires, with resolution to fulfil,

The sacred dictates of his holy will.

Sweet peace and love, each happy soul inspires,
And balmy friendship lights her gentle fires,
In ev'ry breast; joy crowns each smiling day,
And cheerful minutes smoothly glide away.
Calm solitude, to liberal science kind,
Sheds her soft influence on the studious mind;
Afflictions stand aloof; the heavenly powers,
Drop needful blessings in abundant showers.

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