SERIOUS REFLECTIONS.


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Between two worlds, life hovers like star,


'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizons verge,
How little do we know that which we are!


How less what we may bel the eternal surge


Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar


Off bubbles; as they burst, new immerge,


I.ash'd from the foam of age; while the graves
Of empires hcave but like some passing waves


The sun arose on fine morning in June, in
all his beauty and glory; the pearly drops
that hung ON the spires of the meadows,
shrunk away at his approach, the cattle on
the mountains rose and stretched themselves
in glaslness, and regaled themselves on the
rich vere:urc moistened by the morning dew;
the lark scared high in the air, and sounded
her shrill matin song, and the less vocal
birds awaked by the sound, joined in sort
of confused harmony. The buXom lad sung
a merry song as he FASTENED to the field,
and the -cheeked lass, as she sat by the
window, looked out upon the beautiful morn
ing, and painted it on her cheek with a
smile All! beautiful, said /, is Nature.
But at ereninga different scene was present
cd small cloud appeared i'll the west,
which kept rising and swelling; the vivid
lightning began to streak across its breast,
and the distant thunder seemed the foreboder


of a tempest; as it approached the zenith,
the winds arose, and with sudden crash
tore the huge boughs from the oak, mighty
son OF the forest; the beasts of the field look
ed astonished, and man gazed in amaze
ment. The rain poured down in floods;
the lightnings seemed to inhame the whole
atmosphere, and joined with the mighty
roaring of the wind, and the crashing of the
thunder seemed to say tl:at "all was lost"
Terrible, said /, art thou, o God of Nature.