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It is poured in the long convulsive sigh,
Than the mother's prayer for her child at sea.
Oh! I love the winds when they spurn control,
weep not! though lonely and wild be thy And tho' storms may be gathering round; There is one who can shield from the hurricane's wrath,
And that One may ever be found!
He is with thee, around thee, He lists to thy And thy tears are recorded by Him,
A pillar of fire He will be to thine eye,
Oh follow it still through the darkness of night!
And the tempests assail it in vain; [away, When the mists of this worid are all vanish'd In its brightness it still will remain.
And weep not that none are around thee to love,
For a Father is with thee to bless ;
Oh! say, wouldst thou wish for one less? He is with thee, whose favour for ever is life, Could a mortal heart guard thee so well? Oh! hush the vain wish, calm thy bosom's wild strife,
And forbid e'en a thought to rebel!
MRS. FRANCIS HORNBLOWER.
Oн day most calm, most bright!
The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th' endorsement of supreme delight,
The couch of time, care's balm and bay :
Sundays, the pillars are
On which Heav'n's palace arched lies; The other days fill up the spare
And hollow room, with vanities;
They are the fruitful beds and borders, In God's rich garden; that is bare, Which parts their ranks and orders.
The Sundays of man's life,
Threaded together on time's string,
On Sunday, Heaven's gate stands ope, Blessings are plentiful and rife,
More plentiful than hope.
This day my Saviour rose,
And did enclose this light for His ; That, as each beast his manger knows, Man might not of his fodder miss;
Christ hath took in this piece of ground,
And made a garden there, for those
Is heaven a place where pearly streams
Like childhood's rosy, dazzling dreams,
Is heaven a clime where diamond dews
And mirth and music ring aloud
Ah no! not such, not such is heaven!
Such cannot be the guerdon given,
There we shall dwell with sire and son,
Shall our embrace be given;
FROM THE PERSIAN.
ON parent's knees, a naked new-born child,
WITHIN the sunlit forest,
Our roof the bright blue sky,
Where fountains flow, and wild flowers blow, We lift our hearts on high.