So should all speak: so reason speaks in all. From the soft whispers of that God in man; Why fly to folly, why to frenzy fly

For rescue from the blessings we possess? Time, the supreme! Time is eternity; Pregnant with all eternity can give.'

THE PEARL DIVER.

I Go to risk, for a muscle's shell,
The worth of my mortal breath;

To take the life in his quiet cell,

I plunge to the gates of death.

I sink, to snatch from his ocean bed,
The child of a world of brine,
To pluck a pearl for a lofty head,

While the billows roll over mine.

I take my breast, with its vital spark,
Far under the booming tide,

Το

grope for gems, in the fearful dark,

To kindle the eye of pride.

The casket spared, with its tender clasp,

By the monsters that roam the sea,

Must yield to the ruthless human grasp,
And open its lid to me.

Thou peaceful child of a noisy deep!

Thou must bid thy home farewell, Or he who dives will sleep the sleep Of death, for a muscle's shell.

But the goodly pearl that the merchant bought,
And for which his all he gave,

Is a purer one than will e'er be brought
From under the foaming wave.

"T will still be bright, when the forms that wore The treasures I sought to-day,

With their beauty and wealth, to be seen no more, Have faded and passed away.

Its lustre will far outlast the sight

Of every mortal eye!

When the sun and the stars have lost their light, "Twill shine in the upper sky!

It will not fret while the spheres revolve,
And round it their ways pursue;

It will not melt, though the heavens dissolve,
And the earth, to be made anew!

And those who are wise, and seek to know
The worth of this stainless gem,

They never will ask me, thus, to throw
Myself in the deep for them.

NEWBURYPORT.

H. F. G.

THE HEART IS FIXED.

Heb. xii. 1.

THE heart is fixed, and fixed the eye,

And I am girded for the race:

The Lord is strong, and I rely

On his assisting grace.

Race for the swift-it must be run,
A prize laid up-it must be won.

And I have tarried longer now
(Pleased with the scenes of time)
Than fitteth those who hope to go
To Heaven, that holy clime;

Who hope to pluck the fruit which grows
Where the immortal river flows.

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