AT A TIME OF DEEP PROVING.
Poor throbbing heart! the battle wave of life
Beats strong against thee, yet thou strugglest on,
Breasting the mighty billows, though no kind, well-known voice,
When the great mountain wave threatens to o’erwhelm,
Whispers the soul-reviving words, “Be of good cheer,
The port is nearing fast!” Instead of this
Is heard the mournful moan of the discourager,
Portending peril, shipwreck, loss of all.
But ah! poor struggling heart!