Which swells a mighty anthem,

While, in grand majestic tone, It utters many voices,

But" speaks to the heart alone."

There are voices in that ocean

Which none can understand, Which speak of mysteries wild and strange, In some far mystic land.

And whenever I hear that ocean,

With its murmuring, dashing spray,

I long to cross life's waters

To my home that is far away.

EARTH IS BEAUTIFUL.

AY not that earth is dreary,
Say not that life is dull,

That of them you are weary,

For both are beautiful.

Rise from thy bed of slumber
In summer's early morn;

Then draw aside thy curtains,
And look on the sloping lawn.

See how the dew is sparkling,

Like gems in the monarch's crown; And flowers, with dew o'erladen, Repose on the fertile ground.

Behold, from thine open'd window,
The distant landscape shine,

Reflecting the sun's great glory,

And say, "Is not the earth divine ?"

Ah! yes, this earth hath enchanting scenes,

Surpassing the fairy land,

Where the heart of the earnest student still
Feels the spell of beauty's wand.

TO A MOSS-ROSE IN OCTOBER.

OVELY rose, whence comest thou

With fragrant beauty on thy brow?

Thou art welcome, though thou art

lonely,

One beauteous rose, and one only.

Out of due time thou wast born

In autumnal eve or misty morn;

Why didst thou not come when the sun's warm ray

Shone on the earth in the summer's day?

The earth is now damp,

And the air is cold,

And the flowers once so gay,

Lived but a short time in the glory of life,

But now are all wither'd away.

Oh! what is the mystery of thy life,

Or the cause of thy delay?

And why hast thou bloom'd 'Midst autumnal scenes,

And not in a summer's day?

THE STRANDED BARQUE.

WAS the hour of prayer, at eventide
Of a dark December day,

And the furious sea, with surging pride, Lash'd the beach with foaming spray.

The rain fell fast, and the wintry blast
Danced, and revell'd on the sea;

The heavens were black and overcast

And the moon shone mournfully.

A wailing sound was heard around

The wild and rock-bound shore;

The sea ran high, and a dismal cry
Mingled with ocean's roar.

It was an earnest cry for aid
From a little bark at sea,

Which ran aground, on the rocks fast bound,
And was perishing helplessly.

There was the captain bold and brave,

Of gallant heart and true,

Hoping still he yet might save

His ship with her noble crew.

And these were men, though rough and rude,
Of calm courageous mien,

Of manly hearts which never fail'd,
Though many a storm they'd seen.

No childish tears had stain'd their cheeks,
No trembling hearts had they;

While billows wild did o'er them break,

They knelt them down to pray.