A Spiritual Song

The times are all so fearful I The heart so full of cares ! To eyes that questiou tearful The future spectral stares. With teríors creep and hover V'ith foot so ghastly soft ! The soul black midnights cover Like mountaius piled alof t. Firm props like reeds are waving ; i'or trust is lelt no stay ; The thoughts, with wlnrlpool-raving, No more the will obey. Frenzy. with eye resistless, Decoys from'Truth's defense ; Life's pulse is flaggiug listless, And dull is every sense. Who lnitJi the cross uphavedi To shelter ;ind make whole ? Who lives fi-om sight received Tliat he may help the soul ? Haste to the tree of wonder Give silent longing room ; Outgoing flames asundf Will cleave the phantora-glootd. Draws thee an angel tender In safety on the strand ; Lo ! at thy feet in spleudofi Outspreads the pronüsed land.