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The following sublime effusion, from the
pen Of john GoLDIE, of Ayr, is, on the sub
ject on which it treats, without parallel
and truly deserves the attentive perusal OF
all, particularly Interested. +.


THE HOUR OF DISTRESS.
oh 'tis not when the fairy breeze fans the green


ocean,
That the safety and strength Of the bark can


be shown;
And It's not in Prospcrity's hour, the devotion,
Fcryour, and truth of friend can be known.
MOI the bark must be proved when the tempest
When danger and mountain-waves close ON


her press
The Friend, when the sky Of Adversity's scowl-


ing,


For the touch-stone of Friendship hour


Of Distress
When Pros7 cri,y's day-star beams pure and


uncoudcd,
Then thousands will mingle their shouts round


its throne;
But oh let its light for one moment be- shroud-


ed,


And tho smiles of the fvithless-like shadows


are gone.
Then comes the true Friend, who to guile is a
stranger,


The heart of the lone one to soothe and ca
ress,


While his smile, like the beacon-light blazing in
danger,
Sheds beam o'er the gloom of the hour OF
distress.


O.! It's sweet, mid the horrors of bleak desoa-
ton,
While pleasure and hope seem eternaiy
| flown,


When the heart is first lit, by the dear consola
| ton,


That heaven of happiness Jet may be won'
Grief fades like the nght-cloud, bliss mingle'
with sorrow,


When the first sunny rays through the dark
ness appear,
And the rainbow of hope beameth bright as u


borrows


All its splendour and light, from smile and {
tear.
O tits those whose life's path hath been cloudes
and cherries,
Can feel that pure burst oftransport and bliss
When the trusted and tried friend comes bold,
and fearless,


To share or relieve the dark hour Of Distress
Past griefs may yet cease to be thought on, bu
never
Can time make the feeling of gratitude less;
MAY the blessings of GODrest forever and eve
On him who forsook not in hours of Distress