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ON A NAVAL OFFICER BURIED IN THE

ATLANTIC.

THERE is, in the wide, lone sea,

A spot unmarked, but holy ; For there the gallant and the free

In his ocean bed lies lowly.

Down, down, within the deep,

That oft to triumph bore him,
He sleeps a sound and pleasant sleep,

With the salt waves washing o'er him.

He sleeps serene, and safe

From tempest or from billow, Where the storms, that high above him chafe,

Scarce rock his peaceful pillow.

The sea and him in death

They did not dare to sever :
It was his home while he had breath ;

'Tis now his rest for ever.

Sleep on, thou mighty dead!

A glorious tomb they've found the The broad blue sky above thee spread,

The boundless waters round thee.

No vulgar foot treads here ;

No hand profane shall move thee; But gallant fleets shall proudly steer,

And warriors shout, above thee.

And when the last trump shall sound,

And tombs are asunder riven, Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,

To rise and shine in heaven.

THE VOICE OF GOD.-For Music.

PSALM XXIX.

GLORY and praise to Jehovah on high !

Glory from all, through the earth and the sky! Angels, approach Him in homage and duty;

Fall at the feet of your Heavenly King : Saints, to His presence O throng, in the beauty

Of holy devotion His mercies to sing.
Glory and praise to Jehovah on high !
Glory from all through the earth and the sky !

The voice of Jehovah, majestic and loud,
In thunders comes forth from his palace of

cloud; That voice o'er the silence of ocean is breaking ;

It rolls o'er the waters, it bursts on the shore :

are

The forests are bending, the mountains

quaking, And earth and her creatures stand still and

adore.

Glory and praise to Jehovah on high !
Glory from all, through the earth and the sky !

The voice of Jehovah more sweetly is heard

By saints in His temple attending His word. He speaks not to them in the whirlwind or

thunder; He comes not to threaten, denounce, or reprove: He comes with glad tidings of joy and of wonder;

He bids them be blest in Immanuel's love.
Glory and praise to Jehovah on high !
Glory from all, through the earth and the sky !

AGNES.

I saw her in childhood

A bright gentle thing, Like the dawn of the morn,

Or the dews of the spring : The daisies and hare-bells

Her playmates all day ; Herself as light-hearted

And artless as they.

I saw her again,

A fair girl of eighteen, Fresh glittering with graces

Of mind and of mien.

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