Now plunges down the fathomless abyss,
And now careers upon the billow's top,
And reels and staggers like a drunken man:
Whom, Lord Almighty, shall the sailor trust
But Thee? what other help but thine implore
To save him lest he perish? O do Thou,
Whether the tempest rages from without
Or from within, whether the danger be
Death present or eternal-threatens it
The body's ruin, or, more dreadful far,
The soul's perdition—should thy terror, Lord,
Be on the spirit, should dark unbelief,
Shrouding the light of Heaven, close it round;
Should the Law war its thunders, conscience flash
Fiery emotions like the flames of Hell
Against it, should deep call on deep, and wo
On wo, the past upon the future call,

And so again the future on the past,—

Expected judgment on remembered sin,

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'Despair!" the only answer- - O do Thou
Hear and deliver! look in mercy down,

And make thy presence felt amid the storm!-
Not in the tempest-for thou art not there;
Not in the earthquake-for thou art not there;
Not in the fire-for it is not of Thee;

But in the small still voice-the voice of Love
Omnipotent, which whispers" fear thou not
For I am with thee!"-Lord! faithful and true!
Assure the troubled spirit of thy love,
Yea, let its fears assure it, let the storm
Witness of Thee, and sin and death and Hell,
And all things mighty to destroy, approve

Thee mightiest to save, to save and bless
Eternally the soul which trusts in Thee.

E. D. R.

THE PILGRIMS ON MOUNT CLEAR.

BY BERNARD BARTON.

ARTIST! well thy graphic skill
Here hath wrought its glorious will;
Giving, to the gazer's vision,

Beauty borrowed from our earth;
Yet combin'd with gleams elysian,
Owing unto Heaven their birth;
Well may Fancy love to dwell
On such MOUNTS DELECTABLE !
Look upon the scene around;

Height o'er height with foliage crown'd,

As if beauty sought to dress

Majesty in loveliness!

There the foaming torrents leap

From the cliffs, and fall in thunder;

Here the waters softly sweep

Wood-fringed banks in silence under;

Gleams of light but fall to lend

Grace to spots which ask their aid;

Massy shadows only blend

To fling round a sweeter shade; Each with each, and all with all, Harmonizing to enthral.

Still the beauty these display
Speaks of things to pass away!

When the pealing trump shall waken
Nature, with its summons dread;
When the graves shall be forsaken

By their dreamless, slumbering dead; When the shadowy woods that belt

Earth's firm hills, shall leave them bare;

When the elements shall melt,

And dissolve in empty air;

When the stars from heaven shall fall,
Like sere leaves in their decay;
Sun and moon no more recall

Time's brief span of night and day ;—
At that signal-trumpet's sound,
Mightiest mountains, forest-crown'd,
Cliffs that rear their crests on high,
Towering in the bright-blue sky,
Giant rocks, whereon they stand,
Streams which water all the land,
Cataracts, falling from their height,

Ocean, with its ebb and flow; Winged winds, that in their might,

Where they list, now come and go ;-
These, and all of EARTH and TIME,
Then shall share one lot sublime;

In one destiny shall blend,
Know, alike, one common end!

Not to gaze on charms so frail,

Have those gentle SHEPHERD GUIDES Wish'd their PILGRIM GUESTS to scale

This ascent:-though here abides,