(Original.) THE SYRO-PHENICIAN WOMAN. MATT. XV. 22-28. EMMELINE DRUMMOND. "HAVE mercy on me, Lord!" she cried: He that petition heard— Although, to try the mourner's faith, "He answer'd not a word." Oh! little knew his followers then "Lord help me!" then again she cried; And though no words of love At first repaid her faith, it brought A blessing from above! N She was not worthy of his love, "Great is thy faith; and as thou wilt, So be it done to thee." And now she quickly hasten'd home Oh! had we but a faith like hers, And did we seek, like her, His aid THE WRECK OF "THE FORFARSHIRE." T. K. HERVEY. SHE left her port-that gallant ship The mistress of the seas, Her canvass gleaming in the sun, The prayers that speed the parting guest As, like some strong and spirit-thing, She left her port-the gallant bark The good ship and the free- Across a darker sea! And all her pride of spar and sail Lost, like vain hopes, before the gale! The wind that made, that summer morn, The music of her deck, Howls like a hungry demon now But oh! how many another voice Shall never fall again! Hark! did the wild wave send a cry, Beneath a sky without a star, On a sea without a sail, The desperate shout of drowning men, And woman's wilder wail, Heard, through the pauses of the storm, Tell where a faint and feeble few Are left of all that gallant crew. And oh the fond and yearning thoughts That mingle with despair, As lips that never pray'd before Send up the spirit's prayer! The faces of the far-away That smile across the sea, And low, sweet tones that reach the heart Through all its agony! The hopes for others pour'd like rain, When for themselves hope seemeth vain! 'Tis morn!—and to that echoing rock What bright and blessed form Comes gliding like a thing of light, Amid the wrathful storm? Hath HE who hush'd the waves of old, And walk'd the foam-white lee, To where the lonely fisher-bark Lay tossing on the sea, Stretch'd forth His finger, strong to save From that wild tempest's yawning grave? Hath mercy heard the human groans And God His own sweet angel sent In answer to the prayer ? She cometh! 'Twas an angel's part To pass yon dark abyss ! And God hath spoken to the heart Shall one day meet thee at His Throne! |