A shout

Comes from the cliffs-a shout of joy! Awake,
Thou lonely one from death's fast-coming sleep!-
Arise, the strand is thronging with brave men--
A thousand eyes are on thee, and a bark
Bursts o'er the breaching foam! The shifting cloud
Flies westward, and away the storm, repell'd
Reluctant sails; the winds have backward flung
The billows of the Atlantic! See, they come,—
They come a dauntless island-band-and now
A cheer is heard-and hark the dash of oars
Among the reefs! His eye with instant hope
Brightens, and all the ebbing tides of life
Rush with returning vigour! Now the spray
Flies o'er the advancing pinnace, for the wave
Though half subdued is mighty; yet her prow
Victorious parts the surges,-nearer roll

The cheers of that bold crew-the welcome sounds
Thrill on his ear- the deep'ning plunge of oars
Foams round the desert rock-'tis won! 'tis won!
And he is sav'd!

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IMITATION FROM THE PERSIAN.

By Dr. Southey.

LORD! who art merciful as well as just,
Incline thine ear to me, a child of dust!
Not what I would, O Lord! I offer thee,
Alas! but what I can.

Father Almighty, who hast made me man,
And bade me look to Heaven, for thou art there,
Accept my sacrifice and humble prayer.

Four things which are not in thy treasury,
I lay before thee, Lord, with this petition :-
My nothingness, my wants,

My sins, and my contrition!