BEAM OF TRANQUILLITY. A BEAM of tranquillity smil'd in the west, The storms of the morning pursued us no more, And the wave, while it welcom'd the moment of rest, Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er! Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead, And the spirit becalm❜d but remember'd their power, As the billow the form of the gale that was fled! I thought of the days, when to pleasure alone I felt, how the pure, intellectual fire And I pray'd of that Spirit who lighted the flame, I might give back the gem I had borrow'd from him! The thought was ecstatic! I felt as if Heaven I look'd to the west, and the beautiful sky Which morning had clouded, was clouded no more"Oh! thus," I exclaim'd, 66 'can a heavenly Eye "Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before!"* Ps. iv. 6.-Lord,lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us. A CANADIAN BOAT SONG, WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE. FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Why should we yet our sail unfurl? Utáwas tide! this trembling moon Shall see us float over thy surges soon. MAN WAS MADE TO MOURN. A DIRGE. 1 WHEN chill November's surly blast I spy'd a man, whose aged step Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou? (Began the rev'rend Sage ;) Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or haply prest with cares and woes, To wander forth, with me, to mourn The Sun that overhangs yon moors, And every time has added proofs, O Man! while in thy early years, Which tenfold force gives Nature's law, Look not alone on youthful prime, But see him on the edge of life, With Cares and Sorrows worn, Then Age and Want, oh! ill match'd pair! Show man was made to mourn. A few seem favourites of Fate, In Pleasure's lap carest; Yet, think not all the Rich and Great Are likewise truly blest! But oh! what crowds in every land, Are wretched and forlorn ! Thro' weary life this lesson learn, Many and sharp the num'rous ills |