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THE ATTEMPT
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0 could I soar with airy flight
With dove-like wings on high,
To seek repose from troubled thoughts,
I’d range the earth and sky.
O’er mountain crag I’d wing my flight,
And o’er the troubled sea,
But could I find the rest I seek,
Where’er I chose to flee ?
I’d soar with morning’s balmy breath,
Nor pause at mid-day’s glare,
I’d visit every earthly clime,
To seek for comfort there.
O’er ocean deep I’d wing my flight
To seek some favoured spot,
Where I should find a calm repose,
Free from each troubled thought.
But, ah ! there is no earthly shore,
Where perfect peace remains;
No joys that this vain world affords,
Can heal the spirit’s pains.
Then whither can I flee for rest
If none this world can give 1
How can I ease this tortured mind,
And free from trouble live 1
I’ll lay my cares before the throne
Of Him who answers prayer;
I’ll come with all my griefs to Him,
And seek for comfort there.
Yes, gracious Saviour, thou wilt hear,
Thy kindness soothe my mind,
With Thee, at length I’ll peace obtain,
The longed-for rest shall find.
Agatha.
^ Jmeral at Sfa.
Some years ago, on the broad Atlantic Ocean, a ship might have been seen
sailing gracefully along, defying the heaving waves that ever and anon dashed against her
sturdy bulwarks. All around was calm and beautiful. The morning sunbeams glimmered
among the masts and shone upon the sails, casting a faint and holy golden tint upon
the green and wavy waters. The ship sailed slowly and majestically on, cutting the
waves with a dull and melancholy sound. Alas ! that sound corresponded but too
well with the inmost feelings of every heart, which swelled with emotion at beholding