The Treasures of the Deep.

The Treasures of the Deep.

MRS HEMANS.-Music by Mrs Owen.

WHAT

THAT hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells, Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main? Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colour'd shells, Bright things which gleam unreck'd of, and in vain. Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea,

We ask not such from thee.

Yet more, the billows and the depths have more!
High hearts and brave are gather'd to thy breast,
They hear not now the booming waters roar;

The battle's thunders will not break their rest:
Keep thy red gold, and gems, thou stormy grave!
Give back, give back the true and brave.

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Give back the lost and lovely-those for whom
The place was kept at board and hearth so long;
The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom,
And the ain yearning woke 'midst festal song;
Hold fast thy buried isles, thy towers o'erthrown,
But all, but all is not thine own.

To thee the love of woman hath gone down,

Dark flow thy tides o'er manhood's noble head,
O'er youth's bright locks, and beauty's flowery crown,
Yet must thou hear a voice-restore the dead!
Earth shall reclaim her precious things from thee,-
Restore, restore the dead, thou sea!

Lord, who shall bear that Day?

T. MOORE.-Air, Dr Boyce.

LORD, who shall bear day so dread, so splendid,

When we shall see Thy angel, hovering o'er

This sinful world, with hand to heaven extended,
And hear him swear by Thee that Time's no more ?*
When earth shall feel Thy fast consuming ray-

Who, Mighty God, oh, who shall bear that day?

When through the world Thy awful call hath sounded,—

Wake, all ye dead, to judgment wake, ye dead!” † And from the clouds, by seraph eyes surrounded,

The Saviour shall put forth His radiant head ; While earth and heaven before Him pass away,§ Who, mighty God, oh, who shall bear that day?

When, with a glance, the Eternal Judge shall sever
Earth's evil spirits from the pure and bright,
And say to those," Depart from me for ever;"

To these, "Come dwell with me in endless light !"||
When each and all in silence take their way—
Who, mighty God, oh, who shall bear that day?

* Rev. x. 5, 6. Matt. xxiv. 30, and xxv. 31.

"Awake, ye dead, and come to judgment." Matt. xxv. 32 et seq.

§ Rev. xx. II.

Look Up!

Morning Prayer.

JOHN DUFF.-Music by E. L. Hime.

WHEN we awake at early morn,

WHEN

And see the sun in glory rise,

Earth seems to us a scene of joy,

We smile on all beneath the skies;
But peace in heaven alone is found,

On earth our lives are mix'd with care ;-
Then let us breathe in holy love

To Him on high our morning prayer.

However bright this world may be,
Our days of joy soon pass away;
Man only soars to wealth and power,
To find his fondest hopes decay;
But everlasting bliss above

Awaits the truly righteous there ;-
Then let us breathe in holy love

To Him on high our morning prayer.

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Look Up!

JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.

OOK up!" cried the seaman, with nerves like steel,

As skyward his glance he cast,

And beheld his own son grow giddy, and recl

On the point of the tapering mast;
"Look up !" and the bold boy lifted his face,
And banish'd his brief alarms,-

Slid down at once from his perilous place,
And leapt in his father's arms.

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"Look up!" we cry to the sorely-oppress'd, Who seem from all comfort shut;

They had better look up to the mountain crest
Than down to the precipice foot ;—

The one offers heights they may hope to gain,-
Pure ether, and freedom, and room;
The other bewilders the aching brain
With roughness, and danger, and gloom.

"Look up!" meek souls by affliction bent,
Nor dally with dull despair;

Look up, and in faith, to the firmament,
For heaven and mercy are there.

The frail flower droops in the stormy shower,
And the shadows of needful night;
But it looks to the sun in the after-hour,
And takes full measure of light.

"Look up!" sad man, by adverses brought
From high unto low estate;

Play not with the bane of corrosive thought,
Nor murmur at chance and fate;

Renew thy hopes, look the world in the face,
For it helps not those who repine,—
Press on, and its voice will amend thy pace,—
Succeed, and its homage is thine.

"Look up!" great crowd, who are foremost set In the changeful " Battle of Life,"

Some days of calm may reward ye yet

For years of allotted strife.

Look up, and beyond, there's a guerdon there

For the humble and pure of heart;

Fruition of joys unalloy'd by care,
Of peace that can never depart.

Seedtime and Harvest.

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“Look up !” large spirit, by heaven inspired,
Thou rare and expansive soul !

Look up with endeavour and zeal untired,
And strive for the loftiest goal.

Look up, and encourage the kindred throng,
Who toil up the slopes behind,
To follow, and hail with triumphant song
The holier regions of mind.

Seedtime and Harvest.

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ELIZABETH P. ROBERTS.

'HEER thee! faint and weary one,
Wearied with the sowing,
On the rugged paths of life,

Tears from eyes o'erflowing.
Deem not one is shed in vain;
Doth not heaven's gentle rain

Set earth's blossoms blowing?

Thou must learn on Nature's page
How, from present sorrow,
Loving faith and noble trust,
Future good may borrow-
That, how dark soe'er the cloud
Folds our sun-god in a shroud,
He must rise to-morrow.

Sow in Faith, or tears, or seed,
O'er thy pathway flinging;

Then await the rich reward

From these germs upspringing.

Over each GOD'S angel bends,

To the earth-born flower He tends,

Dew and sunshine bringing.

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