* Beside that anguish'd mother stood Of love that said, in accents kind, She feels her Saviour's cheering hold, J. LONGMUIR. PLEASURE IN PAIN. Ask the crowd, Which flies impatient from the village walk, Smites their distorted limbs and horrent hair; * Rev. J. Robb, Dunkeld. DELIGHT IN TERROR. 209 Foam through the shatter'd vessel, shrieks AKENSIDE. DELIGHT IN TERROR. 'TIS pleasant by the cheerful hearth to hear ... Of such an hour, doth never hear the storm SOUTHEY. THE LIFE-BOAT. THE Life-Boat!-the Life-Boat!-the billows are high, And loud roars the tempest, and dark frowns the sky; And the vessel dismasted, is whirled in the sweep, That opens the grave of the fathomless deep. The Life-Boat!-the Life-Boat!-the cry is of death, As he rises in foam from the regions beneath; And the shriek, and the groan, and the prayer, and the sigh, Are heard through the tempest that rages on high. The Life-Boat!—the Life-Boat!-e'en Jesus, to save From the rage of the storm, and the ocean's cold grave; From the arrow of death, and from hell and its fires, To give hope to the living, ere nature expires. THE CASTAWAY SHIP. 211 The Life-Boat!—the Life-Boat!-Lo, Bethlehem's star Rises brillianter now than the light-house afar, And guides faithful souls in Christ's life-boat to sleep, As the vessel whirls creaking, and sinks in the deep. COTTON. THE CASTAWAY SHIP. HER mighty sails the breezes swell, Is waved by many a snowy hand; Until its verge she wanders o'er ;— When on her wide and trackless path Vain guesses all! Her destiny Is dark!-she ne'er was heard of more! The moon hath twelve times changed her form, Since from her port that ship hath gone: No And though we know that all is o'er, eye hath seen-no tongue can tell Her fate:-she ne'er was heard of more! Oh! were her tale of sorrow known, 'Twere something to the broken heart; By which her doom we may explore; We only know she sailed away, And ne'er was seen or heard of more! JOHN MALCOLM. THE SABBATH CASTAWAY. SHE was a gallant bark, and long had braved |