The night grew dark, and darker still, My bark began to sink; The waves they rolled with fury round, My vitals froze when I beheld, I then expected I should sink, His voice at first appeared severe, Then every cloud did disappear, SECOND PART. On Zion's ship we have embarked, Our vessel will not founder here, A heavenly breeze our canvass swells, No lightnings fly around our sails, First through the straits of death we pass, Our captain has the anchor cast, No winds will beat against our bark, O, yes we have our passport sealed, The pearly gates of glory ope, To let us enter in. What scenes of glory brightly burst, I soon shall pass the heavenly gates, My soul will evermore rejoice, A sun or moon we shall not need, His glory there we then shail sce, Jesus at his right hand now sits, Can only there be told. With his own hands our robes he weaves, Oh, the bright scenes of heavenly bliss, I soon shall walk the goldeu streets, The eye of faith we need no more, On harps of gold we there shall sing, We there can praise our God and King, The following lines were enclosed in a note of thanks addressed to a friend on the reception of an unexpected donation, while a pupil in the New York Institution for the Blind.] Far from my kindred and my friends, To God I made my sorrows known, He deigned to hear the blind girl's prayer, And friends unlooked for hath he sent Unbidden flowed the grateful tear, THE NEW NAME. [Him that overcometh, will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out and 1 will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God and I will write upon him my new name.-Rev., 3: 12.] DRAR MOTHER:-Agreeable to your request, I have taken the above text for a subject of composition: I find in this as in every other, that I select subjects of too vast magnituds for my contracted intellect to glance at. When 1 join the church triumphant through the merits of Christ, my views will not be so groveling. With letters of indelible glory I'll write, My new name on the soul that serves with delight; My church he shall see from the heavens descend When cherubic legions my chariots attend. With indelible glory again I'll inscribe, My church that so triumphant in glory appears, The beginning and ending, for thee I have died. Like mariads of suns my justice shall shine, The bright constellations of glory unfold, DEATH. The messenger of death arrives, And though it bear me from this earth, I soon shall feel death's cold embrace; For banished far from pain and sin, |