SOME MURMUR WHEN THEIR SKY IS CLEAR.-Trench. SOME murmur, when their sky is clear And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue; One ray of God's good mercy, gild In palaces are hearts that ask, YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.-Campbell. YE mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe! And sweep through the deep While the stormy tempests blow; H The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Britannia needs no bulwark, Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, As they roar on the shore When the stormy tempests blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy tempests blow. The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, And the star of peace return. When the storm has ceased to blow ; ODE TO DUTY.-Wordsworth. STERN daughter of the voice of God! When empty terrors overawe; From vain temptations dost set free; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Upon the genial sense of youth: And thou, if they should totter, teach them to stand fast! Serene will be our days and bright, And happy will our nature be, And blest are they who in the main This faith, e'en now, do entertain : Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet find that other strength, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried; The task imposed, from day to day; But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may. Through no disturbance of my soul, My hopes no more must change their name; Stern lawgiver! yet thou dost wear Flowers laugh before thee on their beds; And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, are fresh and strong. To humbler functions, awful power! I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh! let my weakness have an end! The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live! THE EXILE OF ERIN.-Campbell. THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin; But the day-star attracted his eyes' sad devotion; "Sad is my fate," said the heart-broken stranger : Where my forefathers lived, shall I spend the sweet hours; Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, "Erin, my country! though sad and forsaken, In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But, alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! Oh, cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace where no perils can chase me! "Where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood? "Yet all its sad recollections suppressing, Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, |