Thou hold'st the elements that rage above,
And guidest them in that sublimest hour!
But over thee, sweet Air, another hand,
Higher and stronger, holier than thine own,
Presides. 'Tis He, who by a seraph band,
Is circled round. HE upon Heaven's Throne!
ANNOYANCE.
BY BEATA.
I WAS thinking of the "Godey;" that it was out I knew,