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, To soften my spirit and sink my joy, When I think how dismal their voices must be To a mother who hath a child at sea! LINES. ELIZA COOK. [path, OH 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! [cry, 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! In safety 't will lead to the morrow; 'Tis not like the meteor of earth's fickle light, Often quenched in delusion and sorrow; For pure is the beam and unfading the ray, 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 ; And if griefs have exalted thy spirit above, And forbid e'en a thought to rebel! MRS. FRANCIS HORNBLOWER. SUNDAY. On day most calm, most bright! The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th' endorsement of supreme delight, Sundays, the pillars are On which Heav'n's palace arched lies; They are the fruitful beds and borders, The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal, glorious King; 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 Who want herbs for their wound. HERBERT. HEAVEN. Is heaven a place where pearly streams Like childhood's rosy, dazzling dreams, Is heaven a clime where diamond dews 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 ; But all our joy shall be in God; BAILEY. FROM THE PERSIAN. ON parent's knees, a naked new-born child, FOREST WORSHIP. WITHIN the sunlit forest, Our roof the bright blue sky, Where fountains flow, and wild flowers blow, We lift our hearts on high. |