Oh! sweetly o'er the howling deeps,
Its venturing beam shines out;
And bright, relieves my weeping eye,
And calms my soul from doubt.

That star is pure Religion's light.
A pole star, calm but blest,
It guides my lost and trembling bark,
To Heaven's sweet port of rest.




ELFINDALE.


PART FIRST.

Sweet Frankie lives in Elfindale;
Where all the flowers are fair, and frail
(Like her fair self,) a slender fairy,
And like a zephyr, playsome, airy,
But lovelier far, than buxom Mary.
Now, since I saw her full, bright eyes,
And heard her tongue's rich melodies,
Solace the evening air,
Sweet Elfindale, e'er loved of yore,
Has grown more fair, beloved more,
A part of some fay-walked shore,