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ORIGINAL POEMS.
Who’d faced, full many a wintry year,
The storms upon the sea :—
“My trust is yet in Him who sent
About my mates and me,
This strong and fearful element—
This gloom in which we be.”
“My trust is yet in Him,” he said,
“ Who knows to guide our way;
We have not from His mercies strayed,
Though on these waters grey.”
Just then from out the darkness broke
A fair and starlike gleam;
The word of hope was scarcely spoke
Ere rose its brightening beam.
And straight the rowers’ strength returned-—
The rowers’ hearts were cheered;
Strong with Hope’s flame again they burned,
Whene’er yon star appeared.
For well their pilot knew who raised
Its far-flung beacon light;
He knew near whose warm home it blazed,
To cheer the howling night.
He knew whose care had placed it there,
Amid the tempest wild,
The whilst she breathed her simple prayer—
His poor and lonely child.
Twas she who guarded well that flame
From the fierce wind and spray,