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Amidst thy watery kingdoms, Lord,
The finny nations play,
Rush through the northern sea.
Thy glories blaze all nature round,
And strike the gazing sight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,
With terror and delight.
Infinite strength, and equal skill,
Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill,
And speak the builder God.
But the sweet beauties of thy grace
Our softer passions move ; Pity divine in Jesus' face
We see, adore, and love!
THE COFFEE SLIPS. — Miss Lamb.
WHENE’ER I fragrant coffee drink,
Coffee groves, whose ample shade
THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM. - Southey.
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
Was sitting in the sun;
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found ; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by ;
And with a natural sigh, — “'T is some poor fellow's skull," said he, “ Who fell in the great victory.
" I find them in the garden,
For there 's many here about; And often, when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out. For many thousand men,” said he, “ Were slain in that great victory."
“Now tell us what 't was all about,"
Young Peterkin he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up,
With wonder-waiting eyes ; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they killed each other for."
“ It was the English,” Kaspar cried,
“ Who put the French to rout; But what they killed each other for,
I could not well make out. But every body said," quoth he, " That 't was a famous victory.
“My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by ;
And he was forced to fly;
6 With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide;
And new-born baby, died.
6 Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won,
And our good Prince Eugene.” 66 Why, 't was a very wicked thing ! "
Said little Wilhelmine. “Nay, nay, my little girl,” quoth he, “ It was a famous victory,
“And every body praised the Duke,
Who this great fight did win.” “ But what good came of it at last ? ”
Quoth little Peterkin. “ Why, that I cannot tell,” said he, “But 't was a famous victory."
THE INCHCAPE ROCK. - Southey.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The ship was still as she could be ;
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The abbot of Aberbrothok
When the rocks were hid by the surge's swell,
The sun in heaven was shining gay,
The buoy of the Inchcape bell was seen,
He felt the cheering power of spring,
His eye was on the Inchcape float ;