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THE PRESIDENT STEAM-SHIP. Sp°al;! for thou hast a voice, perpetual sea! L'h up thy surges with some signal word— Sh"w where the pilgrims of the waters be, For whom a nation's thrilling heart is stirr'd. D ">wn to thy waves they went in joyous ptide: They trod with steadiest feet thy billowy way The eyes of wondering men behcid them glide Swift in the arrowy distance—where are they? Didst thou arise upon that mighty frame, Mad that the strength of man with thee should strive, And, proud thy ri val dement to tame, Didst swallow them in conscious depths alive ? Or, shorn and powerless, hast thotl bade them lie Tneir statelv ship, a carcass of the foam ? W u .•re still thev watch the ocean and the sky. And fondly dream that they have yet a home! Doth hope sri!! soothe their souls, or gladness thrill?- Is peace amid t'lose wanderers of the foam!- sav. is the old affection yearning still, With all the blessed memories of home ? Or is it over? Life, and breath, and .iought,- 1 lie living feature and the brcatning to.-in ? Is the strong man become a thiag- of naught, And the rich b:ood of rank no logger warm? Thou answerest not. thou stern and haughty sea,— There is no sound in earth, or wave, or air; Ro 1 on, ye tears! Oh, what can comfort be To hearts that pant for hope, but breathe despair* Nay, mourner, there is sunlight on the deep, A gentle rainbow on the d,irkling cloud A voice, more mighty than the floods, wdl sweep Tiie S!IL)r,- of W.tip--sts when the soriii is loud What, though they woke the whirlwinds of the West, Or roused the tempest from his Eastern lair, Or clave the cloud with thunder in its breast,— Lord of the awful waters, thou wert there! All-merciftil The fate-the dw-were thine; Thou didst receive them from the seething sea Thv Jove too deep—Thy mercy too divine. To quench them in an hour unworthy Thee. If storms were mighty, Thou wert in the g'i!le! If their feet fail'd them, in Thy paths they trod Man cannot urge the barque, or guide the sail, Or tore.; the quivering helm, away from God

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