From the Christian Examiner.
A HYMN OF THE SEA.
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The sea is mighty, but mighiier sways scope
His restless pillows. Thou, whose hands have
His boundless CULTS and built his shore, thy breath
That moved in the beginning DER his face,


Moves oert evermore. The obedient waves,
To It's strong motion, roll and rise and fall.
Still from that realm of rain thy cloud goes up,
As atthe first, to water the great earth,
And Keep her valleys green. A hundred realms
Watchi, broad shadow warping on the wind'
And in tho dropping shower with sladness. near
< Thy promise of the harvest look forth,
Over the boundess blue, where, joyously,


The bright crests of innurnerabe waves


Glance 10 the sun AT once, as when the hands
OF a great multitude are upward flung


In acclamaton. behold the ships


Gliding from cape TO cape, from isle to isle,
Or stenrning toward far lands or Fastening home
From the old world. It is thy friendly breeze
Tfat bears them, with the riches of the land,
And treasure of dear lives, till, in the port,
The shouting seaman climbs and furls the sail.


But who shall bide thytempest, who shall face
The blast that wakesthe fury of the sea!


Oh God! thy Justice makes the world turn pale,
When on the armed fleet, that royalty


Bears down the surges, carrying war, TO snite
Some city. or invade some thoughtess realm,
Descends the fierce tornado. The vast huks
Are whirled like chafi upon the waves; the calls
Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts
Are snappd asunder; downward from the decks.
Downward arc slung, into the fathomless gulf,
Their cruel engines, and their hosts, arrayed
In trappings of the battlefield, are whemed
By whirlpool, or dashed dead upon the rocks
Then stand the nations still with awe, and pause,
A moment, from the bloody work of war


These restless surges eat away the shores
OF earth's old continents, the fertile plain
e Welters in shadows, headlands crumble down,
And the tide drifts tho seasand in the streets
OF the drowned city. Thou meanwhile afar,
In the green chambers Of the middle sea,
Where broadcast spread the waters and the line
Sinks deepest, while no eye behods thy work,
{ Creator! thou dost teach the coral worm


To lay his mighty reefs. From age to age,
He builds beneath the waters, till, at last,
His bulwarks overtop the brine, and check
The long wave rolling from the Southern pole
To break upon Japan. Thou bidst the fires,
That shoulder under ocean, heave on high
The new-made mountains, and uplft their peaks,
place of refuge for the storp-driven bird.
The birds and waiting billows plant the riffs airs
With herb and tree sweet fountains gush; sweet
Ripple the living lakes, that, fringed with flowers,
Are gathering in the hollows. Thou doss look
On thy creation and pronounce it good
It's valleys, glorious with their summer green,
Praise thee in silent beauty, and its woods,
Swept by the nurlnuring winds of ocean, join
The murmurins shores in perpetual hymn.