Which those who drink shall ever dwell Where sin and thirst are known no more; Thou art the mystic pillar given, Our lamp by night, our light by day; Thou art the sacred bread from heaven;Thou art the Life-the Truth-the Way. The Iceberg.-J. O. ROCKWELL. 'Twas night-our anchored vessel slept Out on the glassy sea; And still as heaven the waters kept, The setting sun, went sinking slow And the ocean seemed a pall to throw There was no motion of the air To raise the sleeper's tress, And no wave-building winds were there, On ocean's loveliness; But ocean mingled with the sky With such an equal hue, That vainly strove the 'wildered eye To part their gold and blue. And ne'er a ripple of the sea Came on our steady gaze, Save when some timorous fish stole out When, flouting in the light that played All over the resting main, He would sink beneath the wave, and dart To his deep, blue home again. Yet, while we gazed, that sunny eve, A form came ploughing the golden wave, It blushed bright red, while growing on But it wandered down, with its glow of light, It seemed like molten silver, thrown And as we looked, we named it, then, The fount whence all colors came: There were rainbows furled with a careless grace, And the vivid green, as the sun-lit grass And the ideal hues, that, thought-like, pass They beamed full clear-and that form moved on, And we dared not think it a real thing, But for the rustling wave. The sun just lingered in our view, Yet, as it passed our bending stern, It crushed on a hidden rock, and turned The uptorn waves rolled hoar,—and, huge, Swelled out in the sun's last, lingering smile, Hymn.-J. PIERPONT. BORNE by the tempest, on we sail O'er ocean's billowy way; One glorious orb by day we hail, By night one faithful ray. Thus God his undivided light Pours on life's troubled wave; Thus hope, meek star, through death's still night, Monarch of heaven, Eternal One, To thee, as followers of thy Son, These arches, springing to the sky, And wilt thou, Omnipresent, deign Devotion's eye shall drink the light And Faith, and Penitence, and Love, To thee:-O hear them from above, The Bride.-ANONYMOUS. Ir hath passed, my daughter; fare thee well! And when, on distant, stranger-shores, Love beams from brighter eyes than mine, O, then remember her who grieves Is like some desert, lone and wild, No bird nor flower its shades among. And when thy children climb the knee, Thou leavest broken-hearted here; To God's own footstool, let them crave Who slumbers in the peaceful grave. When care shall dim thy sunny eye, And, one by one, the ties are broken Will linger yet-thy mother's token; My only child, farewell! farewell! On seeing an Eagle pass near me in Autumn Twilight.— G. MELLEN. SAIL on, thou lone imperial bird, Of quenchless eye and tireless wing; As the night's breezes round thee ring! Is thy unequalled daring done, Thou stoop'st to earth so lowly now? Or hast thou left thy rocking dome, Else why thy dusky pinions bend So closely to this shadowy world, Yet lonely is thy shattered nest, The golden light that bathes thy plumes, Falls cheerless on earth's desert tombs, And makes the North's ice-mountains bright. So come the eagle-hearted down, So come the proud and high to earth, That bore unveiled fame's noontide sun; So man seeks solitude, to die, His high place left, his triumphs done. So, round the residence of power, And on life's pinnacles will lower Clouds dark as bathe the eagle's pines. From God's pure throne-the light that saves! It warms the spirit as it soars, And sheds deep radiance round our graves. To the Hon. Theodore Frelinghuysen, on reading his eloquent Speech in defence of Indian Rights.— W. L. GARRISON. Ir unto marble statues thou hadst spoken, |