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He comes ! to cheer the trembling heart,
O Zion ! lift thy raptured eye,
SPEED THE PROW.
Not the ship that swiftest saileth,
But which longest holds her way
Storm and calm, to win the day ;
O'er life's ocean, wide and pathless,
Thus would I with patience steer ; No vain hope of journeying scathless,
No proud boast to face down fear ;
Dark or bright his Providence,
Time there was,—'tis so no longer,
When I crowded every sail, Battled with the waves, and stronger
Grew, as stronger grew the gale ; But my strength sunk with the wind, And the sea lay dead behind.
bark had founder'd surely,
Borne along the gradual swell,
Now, though evening shadows blacken,
And no star comes through the gloom, On I move, nor will I slacken
Sail, though verging tow'rds the tomb : Bright beyond,-on heaven's high strand, Lo, the lighthouse !-land, land, land !
Cloud and sunshine, wind and weather,
Sense and sight are fleeing fast; Time and tide must fail together,
Life and death will soon be past;
But where day's last spark declines,
REASON AND RELIGION.
Dim as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
WEAK and irresolute is man ;
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pain into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
The bow well bent, and smart the spring,
Vice seems already slain :
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,
But Pleasure wins his heart.
Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his heart we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies,
His conscience owns it true.
Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
CHRIST STILLETH THE TEMPEST.
FEAR was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud,
And the tall mast was bow'd.
And men stood breathless in their dread,
And baffled in their skill-
To the wild sea, Be still !
And the wind ceased-it ceased that word
Pass'd through the gloomy sky ; The troubled billows knew their Lord, And sank beneath his
And slumber settled on the deep,
And silence on the blast,
When death's fierce throes are past.