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 LIFE. l saw a little fairy boat, Glide OCT glassy lake ' Bright buds wav'd round the gilded brow, Flowers scattered in it's wake It held ono fair and sylphlile child, Within its bosom siight,--- One hand upon the little hetm Whilst all seemed calm and bright. l saw that tiny bark again. Upon glancing stream, Fit midst it's green and fairy isles. Like swiit-passng dream. A iair-haired youth now guided it, Through all those changing scenes: While sun and storm around hlm played, In showers and ftful gleams. Again it burst upon my view, On rapids dark and dread; It's glided prow all worn and broke, It's flowers faded and dead. It held, while in its wild career, Manhood's all.bravng form His eyes fixed on the bow of Hope, That shone above the storm. saw the way-worn bark once more, Tossed on a boundless sea Before 1t yawned deep, dark gnlf,- Beyond, Eternity An aged man reclined within, With wasted form and eye But still his gaze forever fixed Upon the brightening sky. For there, there beamed fadcless light, That pilgrims long sought heaven, Where he might moor his shattered bark And that bright home was-Heaven.