TRUST.

TH

AT SEA.

HE night was made for cooling fhade,
For filence, and for fleep;

And when I was a child, I laid

My hands upon my breast, and prayed,
And sank to flumbers deep.

Childlike, as then, I lie to-night,
And watch my lonely cabin-light.

Each movement of the swaying lamp
Shows how the veffel reels,

And o'er her deck the billows tramp,
And all her timbers ftrain and cramp
With every shock she feels;

It starts and fhudders, while it burns,
And in its hingéd socket turns.

Now swinging flow, and slanting low,
It almoft level lies:

And yet I know, while to and fro
I watch the seeming pendule go
With restless fall and rise,
The steady shaft is ftill upright,
Poifing its little globe of light.

O hand of God! O lamp of peace!
O promise of my soul!

Though weak and toffed, and ill at ease
Amid the roar of smiting seas

The fhip's convulfive roll-
I own, with love and tender awe,
Yon perfect type of faith and law.

A heavenly truft my spirit calms-
My soul is filled with light;
The ocean fings his solemn psalms;
The wild winds chant; I cross my palms;

Happy, as if to-night,

Under the cottage roof again,

I heard the soothing summer rain.

J. T. Trowbridge.

THE PEACE OF GOD.

W

E ask for Peace, O Lord!
Thy children afk Thy peace;
Not what the world calls rest,
That toil and care fhould cease,
That through bright sunny hours
Calm Life fhould fleet away,
And tranquil night should fade
In smiling day,-

It is not for such Peace that we would pray.

We ask for Peace, O Lord!

Yet not to ftand secure,
Girt round with iron Pride,

Contented to endure:

Crushing the gentle ftrings,

That human hearts fhould know,
Untouched by others' joys

Or others' woe ;

Thou, O dear Lord, wilt never teach us so.

We ask Thy Peace, O Lord!

Through ftorm, and fear, and ftrife,

To light and guide us on,

Through a long struggling life:

While no success or gain

Shall cheer the desperate fight,
Or nerve, what the world calls,
Our wafted might:

Yet preffing through the darkness to the light.

It is Thine own, O Lord!
Who toil while others fleep,
Who sow with loving care

What other hands fhall reap:
They lean on Thee, entranced
In calm and perfect reft:
Give us that Peace, O Lord!

Divine and blest,

Thou keepest for those hearts who love Thee best.

A. A. Proctor.

CHILDLIKE SUBMISSION.

WH

HAT pleases God, O pious soul,
Accept with joy; though thunders roll

And tempefts lower on every fide,
Thou knoweft nought can thee betide
But pleases God.

The best will is our Father's will,
And we may reft there calm and still.

Oh make it hour by hour thine own,
And wish for nought but that alone,
Which pleases God.

His thought is aye the wiseft thought;
How oft man's wisdom comes to nought;
Miftake or weakness in it lurks,

It brings forth ill, and seldom works
What pleases God.

His mind is aye the gentlest mind,
His will and deeds are ever kind,
He bleffes when against us speaks
The evil world, that rarely seeks
What pleases God.

His heart is aye the trueft heart,
He bids all woe and harm depart,
Descending, shielding day and night
The man who knows and loves aright
What pleases God.

He governs all things here below,
In him lie all our weal and woe,
He bears the world within His hand,
And so to us bear sea and land
What pleases God.

And o'er His little flock He yearns,
And when to evil ways it turns,