The night grew dark, and darker still, My bark began to sink;

The waves they rolled with fury round,
At danger 1 did shrink.

My vitals froze when I beheld,
My bark was sinking down;
The pilot too had left the helm,
And danger did surround.

I then expected I should sink,
Among the fiends of hell;
When lo, a pilot did appear,
My soul with joy to fill..

His voice at first appeared severe,
But soon it milder grew;
He newly rigged my shatttered bark,
His compass he did show.

Then every cloud did disappear,
The sea it ceased to roll;
And hope in me again was found,
He did his chart unfold.

SECOND PART.

On Zion's ship we have embarked,
Leaving our worldly hoards;
Our sails with joy we now unfnr},
Jesus his help affords.

Our vessel will not founder here,
On this tempestuous shore;

A heavenly breeze our canvass swells,
In glory we shall moor.

No lightnings fly around our sails,
We hear no thunders roar;
Old Canaan's port is just in sight,
We soon shall reach the shore.

First through the straits of death we pass,
Our vessel all in trim;
Our captain sailed along this way,
We trust alone in him.

Our captain has the anchor cast,
Our voyage now is o'er;

No winds will beat against our bark,
On this delightful shore.

O, yes we have our passport sealed,
By our eternal King;

The pearly gates of glory ope,

To let us enter in.

What scenes of glory brightly burst,
Upon my ravished soul;

I

soon shall pass the heavenly gates,
And walk the streets of gold.

My soul will evermore rejoice,
While the bright angels sing;
Our joys will there perpetuate,
Our honor's there we bring.

A sun or moon we shall not need,
Our God unveils his face;

His glory there we then shail sce,
And in his bosom rest.

Jesus at his right hand now sits,
Bright glories doth unfold;
His pity to our race,

Can only there be told.

With his own hands our robes he weaves,
Our crowns are formed by him;
Ten thousand thousands added own,
The saints blest diadem.

Oh, the bright scenes of heavenly bliss,
That burst upon my soul;

I soon shall walk the goldeu streets,
Where living waters roll.

The eye of faith we need no more,
Our hopes are changed to sight;
All glory there we then shall shout,
In the bright world of light.

On harps of gold we there shall sing,
With the angelic choir;-

We there can praise our God and King,
His glory there admire.

The following lines were enclosed in a note of thanks addressed to a friend on the reception of an unexpected donation, while a pupil in the New York Institution for the Blind.]

Far from my kindred and my friends,
Far from a mother's care,

To God I made my sorrows known,
And thought no friend was near.

He deigned to hear the blind girl's prayer,
He heard her secret moan,

And friends unlooked for hath he sent
To speak in friendship's tones.

Unbidden flowed the grateful tear,
When you my wants supplied;
May heaven its choicest blessings send,
And for your souls provide.

THE NEW NAME.

[Him that overcometh, will I make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out and 1 will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from my God and I will write upon him my new name.-Rev., 3: 12.]

DRAR MOTHER:-Agreeable to your request, I have taken the above text for a subject of composition: I find in this as in every other, that I select subjects of too vast magnituds for my contracted intellect to glance at. When 1 join the church triumphant through the merits of Christ, my views will not be so groveling.

With letters of indelible glory I'll write,

My new name on the soul that serves with delight;

My church he shall see from the heavens descend When cherubic legions my chariots attend.

With indelible glory again I'll inscribe,
My church shall descend adorned as a bride ;
Then myriads of angels around me shall stand,
They fly then with rapture to obey my command.

My church that so triumphant in glory appears,
My church that is militant no cause has for fear;
I am Alpha, Omega, my spirst hath cried,

The beginning and ending, for thee I have died.

Like mariads of suns my justice shall shine,
My justice and mercy alike are divine;
The mind that's immortal with rapture shall tell,
Of the Savior that died to redeem him from hell.

The bright constellations of glory unfold,
My church I'll adorn it with honors untold;
From this dreary desert my church shall arise,
And shout hallelujah's to God in the skies.

DEATH.

The messenger of death arrives,
The summons I receive;

And though it bear me from this earth,
It will not make me grieve.

I soon shall feel death's cold embrace;
From it I would not fly,

For banished far from pain and sin,
I'll soar to worlds on high.