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THE THOUSAND ISLANDS. 123
Our course was onward, mid those gems Of green which lie in beauty there,
And on, and on—till day grew dim, _ "We saw them scatter'd everywhere.
Thus, thus along life's rapid stream A thousand objects tempt our sight,
Which brightly in our visions gleam, O'erspread with beauty and with light.
As we advance they all recede, And a broad lake before us rolls,—
O, in that fearful hour of need,
One hand alone can save our souls!
If, when upon that wave we 're hurl'd, We have the Saviour at our helm,
With joy we leave behind the world, And death cannot our souls o'erwhelm.
Ye beauteous Isles! ye beauteous Isles!
I learn'd a lesson from you there— Ye ever lend your choicest smiles
The lonely mariner to cheer.
Ye wear a look of calmness bright, That never in the storm departs—
Who would not, in this world of night, Thus carry hope to troubled hearts ?