Then take away mine hand and thou shalt see The house of prayer where faith's aspiring flow, To cheer the drooping soul with heavenly gleam Thus, Lord! in every place, in every hour, THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP. MRS. HEMANS. WHAT hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, vain; Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy Sea, We ask not such from thee! Yet more, the depths have more! what wealth un told Far down, and shining thro' their stillness lies! Above the cities of a world gone by! Sand bath filled up the palaces of old, Sea-weed o'ergrown the halls of revelry! Dash o'er them, Ocean! in thy scornful play! Yet more, the billows and the depths have more! Give back the true and brave! Give back the lost and lovely! those for whom And the vain yearning woke 'mid festal song! To thee the love of woman hath gone down, crown; Yet must thou hear a voice-Restore the Dead Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee, Restore the dead, thou Sea! me burning gold, al Argosies. s not these again! ore! thy waves have gone by! of old, Es of revelry! scornful play! Is them to decay! depths have more! ther'd to thy breast! ng waters roar, break their rest. hou stormy gravee true and brave! those for whom and hearth so long; dnight's breathless 'mid festal song! towers o'erthrown. s not thine own! gone down, mood's noble headBeauty's flowery -Restore the Dead s things from thee dead, thou Sea! APRIL. ANON. CAPRICIOUS month of smiles and tears! Changeful with light and shadow deep- Are painted-then in gloom they sleep. Yet is there gladness in thy hours, Frail courier of a brighter scene→→→ Thou fragrant guide to buds and flowers, To meadows fresh and pastures green! For, as thy days grow few and brief, The radiant looks of spring appear- Yes, though thy light is checkered oft Yet balmy airs and breezes soft Are lingering richly in thy train: And for thy eddying gusts will come The lay of the rejoicing bird, That tries his new and brightening plume'Mid the void sky's recesses heard. And soon the many clouds that hang Lo mark them now!-they break-they fly; And over earth, in one broad smile, Looks forth the glorious eye of dayWhile hill, and vale, and ocean-isle, Are laughing in the breath of May. Type of existence! mayst thou be The emblem of the Christian's raceThrough all whose trials we may see The sunshine of undying grace: The calm and heaven-enkindled eye, The faith that mounts on ardent wing, That looks beyond the o'er-arching sky To heaven's undimmed and golden spring. THE RESIGNATION. CHATTERTON. O God, whose thunder shakes the sky; Thy mercy in thy justice praise; The mystic mazes of thy will, The shadows of celestial light, When anguish swells the dewy tear, ad smile, eye of dayOcean-isle, th of May. thou be stian's race we may see grace: ndled eye, mardent wing, -arching sky and golden spring. ON. makes the sky; obe surveys; ce praise; will, l light, man skillcts is right. hour me dewy tear, thy pow'r, justice fear. boundless sway, nger see, ase away. Then why, my soul, dost thou complain? Why drooping seek the dark recess? Shake off the melancholy chain, For God created all to bless. But, ah! my breast is human still; The sickness of my soul declare. But yet, with fortitude resign'd, I'll thank th' inflicter of the blow; Forbid the sigh, compose my mind, Nor let the gush of mis'ry flow. The gloomy mantle of the night, THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG MOTHER. It was an April day; and blithely all In healthy merriment-when tidings came, Of Mercy; and perfumed our prayers with sighs For heaven; and Mercy, in her love, refused; To bring her babe;-'twas brought, and by her She look'd upon its face that neither smiled |