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98 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
Who shall calm the storm of life ? Who shall still the tempest's strife ? Who shall sweetly whisper, " Peace," Bidding all the tumult cease ?
Thou, who, on the stormy deep Waking from a peaceful sleep, Spakest, and the winds obey'd, And the raging waves were stay'd.
Tarry with us, Son of God ! Calm to peace the angry flood; Let our hearts thy presence feel, Saviour, whisper, " Peace, be still!"
Then our shroud may be the wave, And our tomb an ocean cave, And our knell the wild alarm Of the fiercely howling storm;
Yet, how safely shall we rest,
Sweetly and securely blest,
Till the Voice, which wakes the dead,
Reaches to our coral bed.
THE DIVINE SIGNET. I knelt beside a coffin where was laid The shrouded form of one that bloomed to fade; A brother, nearer to this heart of mme Than the close tendrils of the clinging vine.