SPIRITUAL SONGS.

Nor, tho' in painful flight Long it may hover, Can it in safety light Till it discover ,­Parting the floods that screen Each hope terrestrial— Storm- proof, the olive green Of peace celestial!

" Thus his Father wept for him."

GEN. xxxvii. 27.

( AIR- Fair Rosale.)

When Israel's sons his darling sold, To Ishmael's bands a captive made, How could the tale of shame be told? How to his doating sire convey'd? They made with blood his garment red, The garment gay that Joseph wore­" And is this coat thy son's?" they said, When home the crimson'd vest they bore.

" It is my son's," their sire replied,

" The coat I gave, of many a hue­" Wandering, alone, the victim died, " Some evil beast my darling slew.

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