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  Who bound the sea, and touch'd the rocks with flame? The Lord, the God of Hosts, is his tremendous Name."

 

ON hearing a venerable friend sing at midnight, a short time previous to her death, in consequence of the derangement of a mind, once of the strongest and most amiable character.

'TWAS when drear midnight cast its shadows deep, A distant voice awoke me from my sleep; First—slow and sad, it pour'd a mournful tone, Lake sighs o'er parted bliss, and pleasures gone; Now to gay hope, the mounting notes were set, Rose high to joy—then sicken'd to regret, Now wild, like mirth, the sprightly numbers flew, Then, shrill and piercing, breath'd a last adieu. This was the voice that, when with causeless fears, Or early grief o'er flow'd my ready tears, 