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Death's Final Conquest.

JAMES SHIRLEY.-Music by Edward Coleman.

HE glories of our birth and state

THE

Are shadows, not substantial things;

There is no armour against fate :

Death lays his icy hands on kings.

Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down,

And in the dust be equal made

With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill ;
But their strong nerves at last must yield-
They tame but one another still.
Early and late

They stoop to fate,

And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.

The garlands wither on your brow--

Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon death's purple altar now,

See where the victor-victim bleeds:

All heads must come

To the cold tomb;

Only the actions of the just

Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.

Christian Courage.

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Seeds of Light.

J. R. LOWELL.

OD scatters love on every side

Freely among His children all, And always hearts are lying open wide Wherein some grains may fall.

There is no wind but soweth seeds
Of a more true and open life,

Which burst, unlook'd for, into high-soul'd deeds,
With wayside beauty rife.

We find within these souls of ours Some wild germs of a higher birth, Which in the poet's tropic heart bear flowers Whose fragrance fills the earth.

Within the hearts of all men lie

Those promises of wider bliss,

Which blossom into hopes that cannot die,
In sunny hours like this.

Christian Courage.

REV. JOHN KEBLE.

OH, shame upon thee, listless heart,

So sad a sigh to heave;

As if thy Saviour had no part

In thoughts that make thee grieve.

As if along His lonesome way

He had not borne for thee

Sad languors through the summer day,
Storms on the wintry sea.

Thou shalt have joy in sadness soon ;
The pure, calm hope be thine,
Which brightens, like the eastern morn,
As day's wild lights decline.

Fear Not, but Trust in Providence.

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY.-Music by S. Nelson.

H, pilot ! 'tis a fearful night,

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There's danger on the deep;

I'll come and pace the deck with thee,

I do not dare to sleep."

"Go down!" the sailor cried, "go down '

This is no place for thee;

Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou mayst be."

"Ah, pilot! dangers often met,

We all are apt to slight;

And thou hast known the raging waves

But to subdue their might."

"It is not apathy," he cried,

"That gives this strength to me;

Fear not, but trust in Providence,

Wherever thou mayst be.

What are the Wild Waves Saying?

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"In such a night, the sea ingulf'd

My father's lifeless form;

My only brother's boat went down,
In just so wild a storm.

And such, perhaps, may be my fate—

But still I say to thee,

Fear not, but trust in Providence,
Wherever thou mayst be."

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What are the Wild Waves Saying?

DUET.

"I want to know what it says,-the sea. What is it that it keeps on saying?" -CHARLES DICKENS.

J. E. CARPENTER.-Music by Stephen Glover.

PAUL.

HAT are the wild waves saying,

WHAT

Sister, the whole day long,

That ever, amid our playing,

I hear but their low lone song?
Not by the sea-side only,

There it sounds wild and free;

But at night, when 'tis dark and lonely,
In dreams it is still with me!

FLORENCE.

Brother, I hear no singing;

'Tis but the rolling wave,

Ever its lone course winging

Over some ocean cave;

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'Tis but the noise of water

Dashing against the shore,

And the wind from some bleaker quarter Mingling with its roar.

DUET.

No! it is something greater

That speaks to the heart alone;

The voice of the great Creator
Dwells in that mighty tone!

PAUL.

Yes! but the waves seem ever
Singing the same sad thing;
And vain is my weak endeavour
To guess what the surges sing.
What is that voice repeating
Ever by night and day?
Is it a friendly greeting,

Or a warning that calls away?

FLORENCE.

Brother, the inland mountain,

Hath it not voice and sound?
Speaks not the dripping fountain,
As it bedews the ground?
E'en by the household ingle,

Curtain'd, and closed, and warm;

Do not our voices mingle

With those of the distant storm?

DUET.

Yes! but there's something greater

That speaks to the heart alone; The voice of the great Creator

Dwells in that mighty tone!

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