TRUST IN THE SAVIOUR.
Nor scldom, clad in radiant vest,
Deceitfully goes forth the Morn;
Not seldom Evening in the west
Sinks smilingly forsworn.
The smoothest seas will sometimes prove,
To the confiding Bark, untrue ;
And if she trust the stars above,
They can be treacherous too.
The umbrageous Oak, in pomp outspread,
Full oft, when storms the welkin rend,
Draws lightning down upon the head
It promised to defend.
But Thou art true, incarnate Lord !
Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ;
Thy smile is sure, thy plighted word
No change can falsify!
I bent before thy gracious throne,
And ask'd for peace with suppliant knee;
And peace was given-nor peace alone,
But faith, and hope, and ecstacy !

And send'st him, shivering in thy parti
And howling, to his gods, where haply is

His petty hopes in some near fort er begy
And dashesthim again to earth: --there betin

The armaments which thunder-strike dhe e
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quak
And monarchs tremble in their capitals

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The oak leviathans, whose huge rila zake
Their clay creator the rain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy fie

They melt into thy yeast of waves, which
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Inés

Thy shores are empires changed in all sereton
Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage

, what are te
Thy waters wasted them while they were
And many a tyrant since; their shores order
The stranger, slave, or savage; their des
Has dried up realms to deserts ---Dot so the
Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' plje

Time writes no wrinkle on thine Azure lary
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest on

Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty ke
Glasses itself in tempests; in all time,
Calm or convulsed--in breeze, or gale, ar ster
Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime
Dark-heaving ;-boundless, endless, and so

lime
The image of Eternity--the throne
Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slinge

The monsters of the deep are made; each it Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fatberle

WORDS WORTH.

LOVE

PROM THE CURSE OF KEHAMAH.

They sin who tell us Love can die.
With life all other passions fly,
All others are but vanity.
In heaven ambition cannot dwell,
Nor avarice in the vaults of hell.
Earthly these passions, are of earth,
They perish wbere they have their birth.
Bat Love is indestructible;

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Its holy flame for ever burneth,
From heaven it came, to heaven returpeth
Too oft on earth a troubled guest,
At times deceived, at times opprest,
It here is tried and purified,
And hath in heaven its perfect rest;
It soweth here with toil and care,
But the harvest-time of Love is there.
0! when a mother meets on high
The babe she lost in infancy,
Hath she not then, for pains and fears,
The day of wo, the anxious night,
For all her sorrow, all her tears,
An over-payment of delight!

SOUTHEY

TO THE MEMORY OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE

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Receis

Bright be the place of thy soul,

No lovelier spirit than thine
E’er burst from its mortal control,

In the orbs of the blessed to shine.
On earth thou wert all but divine,

As thy soul shall immortally be ;
And our sorrow may cease to repine

When we know that thy God is with the
Light be the turf of thy tomb!

May its verdure like emeralds be, There should not be the shadow of gloom

In aught that reminds us of thee. Young flowers and an evergreen tree

May spring from the spot of thy rest ; But nor cypress, nor yew let us see;

For why should we mourn for the blest?

BYRON,

Before Shall

HYMN.

Behold! th' Ambassador Divine,

Descending from above,
To publish to mankind the law

Of everlasting love!
On him, in rich effusion pour'd,

The heav'nly dew descends;
And truth divine he shall reveal

To earth's remotest ends.
No trumpet-sound, at his approach,

Shall strike the wond'ring ears ;
But still and gentle breathe the voice

In which the God appears.
By his kind hand the shaken reed

Shall raise its falling frame;
The dying embers shall revive,

And kindle to a flame.
The onward progress of his zeal

Shall never know decline,
Till foreign lands and distant isles

Receive the law divine.
He who spread forth the arch of heav'n,

And bade the planets roll,
Who laid the basis of the earth,

And form'd the human soul,
Thus saith the soul, Thee have I sent,

A Prophet from the sky,
Wide o'er the nations to proclaim

The message from on high.
Before thy face the shades of death

Shall take to sudden flight ;

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The people who in darkness dwell

Shall hail a glorious light;
The gates of brass shall sunder burst,

The iron fetters fall;
The promis'd Jubilee of Heav'n

Appointed rise o'er all.
And lo! presaging thy approach,

The heathen temples shake,
And, trembling in forsaken fanes,

The fabled idols quake.
I am Jehovah: I am One:

My name shall now be known;
No Idol shall usurp my praise,

Nor mount into my throne.'

Lo, former scenes, predicted once,

Conspicuous rise to view ;
And future scenes, predicted now,

Shall be accomplish'd too.
Now sing a new song to the Lord !

Let earth his praise resound :
Ye who upon the ocean dwell,

And fill the isles around.

O city of the Lord! begin

The universal song ;
And let the scattered villages

The joyful notes prolong.
Let Kedar's wilderness afar

Lift up the lonely voice;
And let the tenants of the rock

With accent rude rejoice.

O from the streams of distant land

Unto Jehovah sing !
And joyful from the mountains' tops

Shout to the Lord the King !
Let all combin'd with one accord

Jehovah's glories rise,
Till in remotest bounds of earth
The nations sound his praise.

LOGAN

AT A FUNERAL
BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,

Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead,

Above us is the heaven!

Their names are graven on the stone,

Their bones are in the clay ;
And ere another day is done,

Ourselves may be as they.
Death rides on every passing breeze,

He lurks in every flower ;
Each season has its own disease,

Its peril every hour!
Our eyes have seen the rosy light

Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And Fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

have seen the steps of age Halt feebly t’wards the tomb, And yet shall earth our hearts engage,

And dreams of days to come ?

Our eyes