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Doth sorrow fill thy sou
In their wild uncontrol ?
Hath the friend proved unkind
And art thou unresigned ?
To pain and sickness bow
"Twill not be ever so ;
And oh ! if gladness fill
And scenes of gloom and ill
Let the thought cheer thee, it “shall pass away."
RUTH AND NAOMI.
Let me then keep
I cannot go,
Oh, let me share with thee, thy future lot;
For I will die
Shall part us living, who must part when dead.
WE WANT NO WAR.
BY JOHN SWAIN.
" Prepare for war,” a warrior cried,
prepare for war,” replied ;
“ Let the dark deeds of sword and flame,
Now would I go; mine eyes have seen
Thy great salvation, Lord !
According to thy word.”
Beyond the “ pearly gates," to dwell with Thee :
Throughout a long and blest eternity.
The glorious shining light,
To cheer thy people's sight.
Up to Thy throne, the Blessed Mercy Seat,
Rest there in glory at my Saviour's feet.
FLOWERS OF THE OCEAN.
Call us not weeds--we are flowers of the sea;
E. L. AVELINE.