Dark the night of sin has settled,
Loud and angry billows roar;
Eager eye's are watching, longing,
For the lights along the shore.--Cho.
Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;
Some poor seaman tempest-tost, <br>
Trying now to make the harbor,
In the darkness may be lost.--Cho.
P. P. BLISS.
"More to Follow."