A doom to the fallen! It rides on the wind-
They look back in terror, the wave is behind;
While onward, and onward, in anguish they flee,
Still darkly sweeps onward the flash of the sea.

They trust not the valleys, hope perishes there—
But they rush to the hills with the strength of despair;
The palm trees are bended by myriads of forms,
As forests are bowed by the spirit of storms!

There's a hush of the weak, and a cry from the stronger,
And the rock and the tree are a refuge no longer;
The waters have closed in a midnight of gloom,
And sullenly roll o'er a world-peopled tomb.

'Tis morn on the wave-like a bird on its breast,
Floats the ark of the godly-a haven of rest;
A sign and a pledge to the wanderers are given,
And the promise-bow arches the blue vault of heaven.

THE SWAN.

I've seen the swan, with snow-white breast,
Sitting upon the troubled wave

Seeming as fearlessly to rest,

As though there were no storms to brave.

Her long white neck was lifted high
Above the troubled element,
While with her look of majesty,
Still on her gentle course she went.

The rude wave could not penetrate
Her shielded breast, and if a spray,
A moment on her white back sate,

It seemed a diamond in the ray
Of light, which loved to glisten there,
Making the fair bird still more fair.
So rests the Christian, when the tide
Of life is surged by sorrow's blast,
Its fiercest rage he can abide,

And calmly wait till all be past.

No storm nor angry wind he fears,
His eye is set on "things above,"
While his unwavering course he steers,
Scorning whate'er that course would move.

And if, for this world's grief, there spring
A tear into his hope-fixed eye,

Tis but to show the visiting

Of His bright smile that tear can dry,
And serves to lend a moment's grace
Of radiance from his Father's face.

JOHN HOWARD.

A spirit of unwearied zeal,

Patience, which nothing could subduo,
A heart, the woes of man to feel,

In every varied form and hue;
An open hand, and eye, and ear,
For all in Prisons doom'd to pine;
A voice the Captive's hopes to cheer ;-
These, noble Howard! these were thine.

In cells by Mercy's feet untrod,

"Twas thine the mourner's lot to scan; Thy polar star, the love of God,

Thy chart and compass, love to man

To mitigate the Law's stern wrath,

Thou trod'st, with steadfast heart and eye,

"An open, unfrequented path,

To fame and immortality!"

What was thy meed?-A stranger's grave,
Divided from thy native land
By many a white and stormy wave,
By many a weary waste of sand
Yet to that lone and distant tomb
Thy name its memory may intrust,
Till cloudless glory burst its gloom,
And thou shalt rise to meet the just.

THE CALM SEA.

The gentle breeze that curl'd the sea had slowly died away,
And stretch'd in glassy stillness now, the wide blue waters lay,
The sea bird's cry was heard no more, and soft as infant's sleep
Was the holy calm that lay upon the bosom of the deep.

But yesterday the storm had raged, and shook the mighty ocean,
That dash'd aloft its foamy waves, and heaved in wild commotion;
To-day you might have thought no storm had ever touch'd its breast
As it lay a mighty emblem of mild majesty and rest.

Is there such calm for mortal breasts when storms have once been there,

When passion wild has swept along, and heart corroding care?
When guilt has once disturbed the soul, and mark'd it with its stain.
Can tranquil softness of the heart be ever ours again?

Yes-But it is not of this world, the peace that must be sought,
And with the soul's repentant tears it can alone be bought;
Then, as it meekly bows to kiss affliction's chastening rod.
The broken and the contrite heart shall feel the peace of God

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