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Sat to eat their rural meal,

While the bubbling stream or well,
Would the rage of thirst assuage
With its cooling beverage.

She would tell how Adam first,
E'er the fruitful earth was curst,
Drank of living streams that roll'd
Over gems and sands of gold.
Hagar's bottle she would sing,
Jordan's stream and Jacob's spring;
How Rebecca's pitcher show'd
At the well the choice of God.
Then how Jacob's royal race,
Thirsted in the wilderness,
Till the gushing waters broke
From the marble-bosom'd rock;
Rolling with delightful tide
O'er the sandy desert wide;

Cool, exhilarating, sweet,

To quench the thirst and wash the feet.

When the fatal fever glows,

And the blood more rapid flows,

Thro' the arteries and veins,

Than a race-horse o'er the plains

Till the body feels as hot
As the liquor in a pot;
Then the pure alluvia try,
While the burning heat is high;
Or the fever's rage to break,
Plunge into the cooling lake.
But if this be deem'd too bold,
Quaff the crystal bumper cold;
Till the sweat from every pore,
Shows the burning danger o'er;
And the patient feels as cool
As the pebbles in a pool.
Such divine refreshments rise,
From the liquor God supplies,

THE MARINER'S SONG.

WRITTEN ON SEEING A WATER-SPOUT.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water-spouts.

Psalms lxü. 7.

WHERE the spiral whirlwinds sweep,
Where the tempest foams along,
On the bosom of the deep,
Mariner begins my song.

Many enemies thou hast,
On the blue expansive wave;
Every billow, rock and blast,
Open inlets to the grave.

Mariner, refrain, forbear,
Should the awful tempest rise,
Can the lips that madly swear
Supplicate the injur'd skies.

But a single plank divides
Thee and thy eternal fate;
Death upon the tempest rides,
Think upou a future state.

See yon foaming cloud decline,
See ascend the fluid pile;
Of a squall the certain sign;
Now the waves begin to boil.

Now the spiral waters rise,
Roaring round the vortex wide,
Shun the ruin of the skies;
Mariner, to windward glide.

See the gloomy column move, With the roaring cataract's sound; Black and fierce the clouds above, Ocean trembles all around.

Terribly sublime it scours,
'Long the agitated air;
In the van destruction lowers,
Horror theatens in the rear.

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Take in, take in every sail,
See the white-winged squall descend;
Thunder, lightning, wind, and hail,
Sea and sky in uproar blend.

Wide and wild yon breakers roar,
Mind the helm, the reef is shoal ;
Keep her off the fatal shore,
Or we perish every soul.

Useless are thy paltry beads,
Ave Marias will not save;
Superstition's gloomy creeds
Cannot snatch thee from the wave.

To the God of Ocean cry,
He will hear the seaman's prayer;
To his throne of mercy fly,
Thousands find a refuge there.

He can curb the foaming sea,
He can bid the tempest rest;
All the elements obey
Great Jehovah's high behest.

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