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ipectrl). THE COLLIER'S PRAYER. Liark is the mine and drear below We hang upon a breaking cord; Hear us, as down the pit we go,- Save or we perish, gracious Lord. Watch o'er us on the stormy night, When dark and chill the midnight wind As forth we go, be thou our light, And bless the babes we leave behind. Thou know'st how oft by sudden death, The young, the gay, cut down we see But lengthen out our fleeting breath Till we are fit to dwell with thee. Oh! save us from the hurtful air, I From spreading fire and rushing wave But chief, good Lord! in mercy spare From the proud sinner's hopeless grave Oh! thou art merciful we know We own thy power, we trust thy word Hear us! as down the mine we go! Save or we perish, gracious Lord! .0 THE BETTER LAND—BY MRS. HEMANS. I hear thee speak of the better land, Thou call'st its children a happy band; Mother! oh, where is that radiant shore Shall we not seek it and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, 9 And the fire-flies dance in the myrtle boughs V Not there—not there, my child!" Is it where the feathery palm trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things 1" Not there—not there, my child Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dieams cannot picture a world so fair, Forrow and Death may come not there Time may not breathe on its faultless bloom, Far beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb It's there--it's there, my child


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