IMMORTALITY. WHAT is it cheers the aching breast, What sooths the heart with accents blessed? 'Tis hope of IMMORTALITY. When tired of this revolving span, For here, misfortune's angry lour The fairy dreams that sense beguile, What panacea blest shall cure What, but the prospect, bright, and sure, Life is a desert, but afar The pillar burns with steady ray; Here then, I'll hold, and doubt disclaim, 12 GALILEE. ་་ AND HE AROSE AND REBUKED THE WIND, AND SAID UNTO THE SEA, PEACE! BE STILL." NIGHT mantles Judea, but the star hath not shone The tempest is loud, yet the barque alone Is labouring o'er the sea; The Master, entranced, rides the foam of the waveO say, shall its womb yield the Godhead a grave? Heeds not the Redeemer the thunder's increase: Shall he not the proud whirlwind disarm? By his waves and his tempest, the Maker is tost; The disciple, in terror, hath sprung from his rest, Till aroused, HE of Nazareth, proclaims the behest, "Ye billows, peace, be still!" The billows, obedient, have sunk on the shore, The sea sleeps in murmurs, the tempest is o'er. O thus, when my soul on life's ocean is tost, That sea without a calm; When faith shines but dimly, each hope is lost, And all is rude alarm; When the waves of remembrance, in mountain-wreaths roll, When the billows of sin have gone over my soul: At the Cross of the Sufferer, while humbled to weep, I mourn my stubborn will, Do thou, in compassion, rebuke the deep, And whisper" Peace! be still!" The billows, obedient, will die on the shore, The sea sleep in murmurs, the tempest be o'er. STANZAS. LOOK AT T'OTHER SIDE." WHEN JIM, one day, with brother JoE, And see the shows in town: It chanced, with idly gaping round, An orange fair and seeming sound, Joe gazed awhile, and quick had bought, But Jim, a youth of keener thought, Joe viewed again, without ado, |