Sunrise at Sea.
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"Beautifu!!' is the inward exclamation
of the beholder, as he ascends to the deck
IN the morning. Never before has nature
seemed 50 lovely 10 HIM. Never before
has he seen the hand of God displayed in
such perfection. All the paintings by
the most skilful human powers, which he
had previously seen, now sunk low in the
shade. tef


Slowly and majeslically, as if dropping
with water, the King of Day rises from his
ocean bed. The breezss play gently with
the briny waves scarce awakened fiom
their peaceful slumbers. The whole east
ern sky is o'erspread with gorgeous
crimson canopy ;-and far over to the
westward in the dim distance, may occa-
slonally be seen the swelling Canvass ship.
rejecting the glaring light from the east,
and appearing as if each sail were shce,
oil Ire Who can view this mighty pic.
ture, and say there is no God? None, save
The unwise, can make this declaration in
the very face of Him who reigne'h on high.
Who can view this mighty picture and no,
feel his bosom swell with gratitude and
alteration 10 Him, in whom we live and
move, and have our being? None, save
the ignorant and the unjust. All nature
speaks of God, and every creature feelshis
guardian care.