FORMS OF PRAYER TO BE USED AT SEA. When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee. Isaiah xliii. 2. THE shower of moonlight falls as still and clear Upon the desert main, As where sweet flowers some pastoral garden cheer The wild winds rustle in the piping shrouds, Like summer fields, beneath the shadowy clouds Thou too art here with thy soft inland tones, The lonely ocean learns thy orisons, And loves thy sacred mirth: When storms are high, or when the fires of war Come lightening round our course, Thou breath'st a note like music from afar, Tempering rude hearts with calm angelic force. Far far away, the homesick seaman's hoard, Like flower-leaves in a precious volume stor❜d, Some heart too weary of the restless world; That o'er the brightening billow streams unfurl'd, O kindly soothing in high Victory's hour, In whose sweet presence Sorrow dares not lower, Too high for earth; what mother's heart could spare Her flower and hope? but thou art with him there, Pledge of the untir'd arm and eye that cannot sleep : The eye that watches o'er wild Ocean's dead, Fondly as if the green turf wrapt his head One moment, and the seeds of life shall spring And happy warriors triumph with their King GUNPOWDER TREASON. As thou hast testified of me at Jerusalem, so must thou also bear witness Acts xxiii. 11. at Rome. BENEATH the burning eastern sky The Cross was rais'd at morn : The world, to hate and scorn. And there was no more sea. Rev. xxi. 24. Now, journeying westward, evermore By the dear mark her Saviour bore Trac'd on her patient brows. At Rome she wears it, as of old By monarchs clad in gems and gold, She mourns that tender hearts should bend By day and night her sorrows fall Where miscreant hands and rude Have stain'd her pure ethereal pall And yearns not her parental heart, Upon whose doubting way apart Bewildering shadows rise? Who to her side in peace would cling, But fear to wake, and find What they had deem'd her genial wing Was Error's soothing blind. She treasures up each throbbing prayer: Come, trembler, come and pour Into her bosom all thy care, For she has balm in store. Her gentle teaching sweetly blends The' aerial gleam that Fancy lends If thou hast lov'd, in hours of gloom, And people all the lonely room Dream on the soothing dream at will: That show'd the righteous suffering still |