The vessel floated on the inland sea, And Jesus found repose to nature dear, When straight the angry storm comes wing'd with fear, And heaving billows roll tumultuously. Asleep in undisturb'd tranquillity, The voice of terror breaks upon his ear, "Master! now save us, or we perish here;―― We sink, unless deliv'rance comes from Thee!" He rose and said――"Ye tempests! cease to blow; Ye billows! be ye calm as infant's sleep:"―― When lo, the winds are hush'd and smooth the waves. Ye toss'd and tempted souls! to Jesus go; In him your faith and trust unshaken keep, And ye shall be secure, for JESUS saves! 22. ON JACQUES BALMAT. Mont Blanc! That he first gain'd thy snow-built height Was his great pride and boast. Yet crevice deep Became his sudden grave, where he doth sleep, Slid in some icy chasm with wild affright, Shut out from human reach and human sight. Of man's strange pride, for which the angels weep, From this a useful lesson let man reap, Whatever point he gains by struggling might. First scholar, artist, genius of the age, First with the sword or with the tongue's debate, Poet strong-wing'd or philosophic sage,―― However loud the trump, that calls thee great,―― Proud, boasting worm! just think of poor Balmat, In ice-chink plung'd from all his high eclat! 23. CONTROVERSY. I've struck the milk-white quartz with gentle blow, And split with hammer fragment from the rock, When lo, unquarried by the shiv'ring shock, The precious Em'rald's crystal beauties glow! Thus from the mine of thought, obscure and low, Does force of argument the gem unlock, Whose charms the beams of star-born diamond mock;―― That gem is _Truth_――the truth, which angels know! Delve patient; make the stubborn barriers fly; Though long the toil, let hope assuage thy care; Each blow the glad and glist'ning beams may wake. With zeal contend; the inquisition ply; Yet in debate this needful caution bear―― Be gentle, or the crystal thou mayst break! 24. THE SABBATH. Sweet is the dawn of tranquil holy day, Hallow'd, e'en from the birth of time, to rest, To purest joys, and contemplations blest;―― The cares of this vain world put far away. God said, "Let there be light:" and straight the play Of varied hues all nature did invest: Creation ended,――this was God's behest;―― "Let Sabbath peace return, while earth shall stay." Once more, near thrice the hundred thousandth time, The blessed light upon the world is spread, And wakes an heav'nly flame in many an eye:―― Just emblem of that Sabbath day sublime, Whose beams in heav'n on ransom'd souls are shed In glorious brightness through eternity! 25. THE WIDOW'S SON RAISED.