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Show 274 TilE J,IUKRTY BELL. And yet upon this earth, whore we Live, without want or fear, More threatening tempests than the sea. E'er felt, surround us here. '£he storms of passion, loud and deep, The dark abyss of woe, And the cold icy gales, which sweep Where tho waves of death do flow, Cast wrecks upon time's wasting shore, For which we well might weep ; And voices 'mid that tempest's roar, Should wake us out of sloop. Then swift the life-boat man and send, Oh thou, who e'er thou art Called by one trusting voice, a friend,Thou hast a human heart, - Fling out a cable to the lost, The sinking ones around, I.I N J~S. And if amid the tempest to•'"'d But one, one, saved be faun~ That ransomed soul shall b • < car to thee, A crowu of life and light, In that great day when all shall be Judged by their deeds aright. Doaoon, !'ebruary, 1862. 275 |