For the Southern Literary Messenger.
TO —— ——
Let not your heart be troubled.—John 14: 1.
| Let Ocean swell with angry spite, And yawn and lash the heedless shore; And billows rage with mount'nous height, As if they'd be at peace no more. Let storm 'gainst storm their fury hurl, And loudly roar with fearful might, Till sea and land—yea, all the world— May seem to grope in trouble's night. But let thy heart thy Saviour know, Whose word once calmed the troubled deep, Who spake to winds that dared to blow, And hushed them in the lap of sleep. Tis He can quell each rising sigh, And calm thy heart from cruel fears, As when the storms in silence lie, And not a wave the Ocean mars. |
SIWEL.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
AN ITALIAN EXTRAVAGANZA.
Addressed to a beautiful lady.