DIVINE WORSHIP OX THE DEEP. 13

A gush of music strangely sweet came from her lonely

breast, A holy voice of hymns that lull d the wearied waves to

rest.

For there, upon that open deck, was held a solemn

rite, The worship of old Ocean s king, the Lord of power

and might, Who with a simple line of sand doth curb its tyrant

tide, And by his " Hitherto" enchain and quell its fiercest

pride.

The earnest tones of humble prayer each listening spirit

stir, And by the fair young babe knelt down the bronzed

mariner ; On couch and mattress, rang d around, the sick forgot

their grief, And drank the healing lore of heaven, as dew the

thirsty leaf.

The thoughtful people of the Rhine, with Erin s off spring came,

And in our Saxon speech invoked the One Great Father s name ;

And little children gathered near, blest in their guile less thought,

Hands folded close and lips apart, with sweet devotion fraught.

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