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On liquid rocks the tottering vessel's tossed ;
Unnumbered surges lash the foaming coast ;
The raging waves, excited by the blast,
Whiten with wrath, and split the sturdy mast !

3. When, in an instant, He who rules the floods,

Earth, air, and fire, - Jehovah, God of gods, –
In pleasing accents speaks his sovereign will,
And bids the waters and the winds BE STILL!
Hushed are the winds - the waters cease to roar-
Safe are the seas and silent as the shore.

4. Now say, what joy elates the sailor's breast,

With prosperous gales so unexpected blest;
What ease, what transport, in each face is seen,
The heavens look bright, the air and sea serene !
For every plaint we hear a joyful strain
To Him, whose power unbounded rules the main.



1. SPORTING through the forest wide ;

Playing by the water side ;
Wandering o’er the heathy fells ;
Down within the woodland dells;
All among the mountains wild;
Dwelleth many a little child!
In the baron's hall of pride ;
By the poor man's dull fireside ;
'Mid the mighty, ’mid the mean;
Little children may be seen,
Like the flowers that spring up fair,
Bright and countless, everywhere!

2. In the far isles of the main ;

In the desert's lone domain;
In the savage mountain-glen ;
'Mong the tribes of swarthy men;
Wheresoe'er a foot hath gone ;
Wheresoe'er the sun hath shone,
On a league of peopled ground,
Little children may be found !
Blessings on them! They, in me,
Move a kindly sympathy!
With their wishes, hopes, and fears ;
With their laughter and their tears ;
With their wonders so intense,
And their small experience!

3. Little children, not alone

On the wide earth are ye known,
'Mid its labors and its cares,
'Mid its sufferings and its snares.
Free from sorrow, free from strife,
In the world of love and life,
Where no sinful thing hath trod,
In the presence of your God,
Spotless, blameless, glorified,
Little children, ye abide !



1. “ WERE I the sun”. ... What then, my child ? Were


sun, what then?"
6. I would not shine so warm and mild

Upon such wicked men !
I'd wither up their budding grain

When just it leaves the earth,
And they should sow their seed in vain,
For never, never would I deign

To warın it into birih.

2. “ But on the harvest of the good

I'd send both heat and dew,
Till every young and callow bud

To golden fruitage grew.
The flowers should spring around his door,

Beneath my mellow rays,
And if he were despised and poor,
I'd fill with richest fruit his store,

And bless him all his days.

3. " Were I the rain". “What then, my child ?

Were you the rain, what then?”.
“ I ne'er would fall so warm and mild

Upon such wicked men.
I'd flood their fields till not a root

Could find a spot to cling -
And every young and tender shoot
Should float before the careless foot,

A drenched and worthless thing."

4. “ Dear child, not so doth God bestow

His blessings on mankind;
He treats alike both friend and foe-

His love is unconfined.
He sends his rain upon the just,

And on the unjust too ;
The wicked in his love may trust,
Nor are they from his bounties thrust,

For all the wrong they do.

5. “ Yet oh! my child, how keen must be

The pain in that man's heart,
To whom, with generous hand and free,

God doth his gifts impart ;
Unless he strive with earnest zeal

To bless the human race,
And often at God's feet doth kneel,
To thank him for his daily weal,

And praise him for his grace ?



1. O TURN that little foot aside,

Nor crush beneath its tread
The smallest insect of the earth,

Which looks to God for bread.

2. If he who made the universe

Looks down, in kindest love,
To shape an humble thing like this,

From his high throne above,

3. Thou shouldst not dare, in wantonness,

That creature's life destroy,
Nor give a pang to anything

That he has made for joy.

4. My child, begin in little things

To act the gentle part;
For God will turn his love away

From the cruel, selfish heart.



1. Without perseverance all your past labor is lost; and in perseverance every step brings you nearer to success. Did you ever see a dairy-maid churning her butter? It is a laborious and monotonous exercise, whether to turn the handle of a barrel churn round and round, or to lift the handle of an upright churn up and down, up and down, for an hour together; and yet, if she becomes loitering or impatient, and suffers the motion to stop, not merely is its progress arrested, but in the dairy language, “the butter goes back;" the business does not remain stationary, but retrogrades.

2. But if, in spite of weariness, she goes steadily on, perhaps only two or three strokes after she has resisted the temptation to flag, a thickening sound is perceptible in the liquor, which indicates that the change she has so anxiously waited has actually taken place.

3. So, my dear young friends, be encouraged not to cast away good beginnings; press on, however weary, and perhaps a very few more steps may reward your perseverance. In an inferior sense, that encouraging maxim of Scripture will apply to every virtuous pursuit, and in the highest degree to the most important pursuit of all “Be not weary in well doing, for in due season we shall reap if we faint not.” Gal. vi. 9.

4. The eager impatience of some young people to get through a book, or to make a show in any pursuit before they have made real progress, or really understand what they are about, often reminds me of one of my childish follies. I once set four very fine filberts in my father's garden, and pleased myself with the idea of their becoming trees, from which I should gather fruit and present to my friends.

5. This was about November. I asked the old gardener how long it would be before they would come up. I sighed as he replied, “Four, five month ; may be two winter: sometime de nut remain in ground two winter, den come up fine strong plant." "Be sure you don't dig them up, Monet,” I said. Ah, no; I will put four marks to keep place where miss plant her nut trees."

6. When I was at home a few days at Easter, I reckoned that four months had elapsed, and with some self-complacency at my own patient waiting so long, (though, by the way, I had no opportunity of doing otherwise,) I proceeded to the spot, in full expectation of seeing them come up; but nothing appeared.

7. I began to think that they must have been devoured by

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