THE SHIPWRECK. HER giant form O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, Majestically calm, would go, 'Mid the deep darkness, white as snow! But gentler now the small waves glide, Five hundred souls, in one instant of dread, And fast the miserable ship Becomes a lifeless wreck. Her keel hath struck on a hidden rock, Her planks are torn asunder, And down come her masts, with a reeling shock, And a hideous crash like thunder. Her sails are draggled in the brine That gladdened late the skies, And her pennant, that kissed the fair moonshine, Down many a fathom lies. Her beauteous sides, whose rainbow hues And flung a warm and sunny flush O'er the wreaths of murmuring snow, Oh! many a dream was in the ship And sights of home with sighs disturbed Instead of the murmur of the sea, And the swallow's song in the eaves. His arms enclosed a blooming boy, Returned to her heart at last. -He wakes at the vessel's sudden roll, The whole ship's crew are there. Now is the ocean's bosom bare, Though the night-shades are gone, yet a vapor dull Bedims the waves so beautiful; While a low and melancholy moan Mourns for the glory that hath flown. REST. SWEET is the pleasure Is not true leisure One with true toil? Thou that wouldst taste it, WILSON. Use it, not waste it, Would'st behold beauty Only hath Duty Such a sight found. Rest is not quitting The busy career : 'Tis the brook's motion, Clear, without strife, Flowing to ocean After its life. Deeper devotion Nowhere hath knelt, Fuller emotion Heart never felt. 'Tis loving and serving J. S. DWIGHT. WHY DOST THOU TALK OF DEATH, LADDIE. WHY dost thou talk of death, laddie? The Master, that has placed thee here, Why dost thou talk of heaven, laddie? "I thee wealth and power, gave And the poor around thee spread ;— "I gave thee wit and eloquence "I placed thee in a land of light, I find in all my own? "And last I sent thee chastisement That thou mightest be my son ;Where is the trusting faith which says, 'Father, Thy will be done?"" ANONYMOUS. |