The ocean's heaving breast deform,--
'Tis hallowed as dear Judson's bed,
Until the sea gives up its dead.
Though mortals weep with fond regret,
The Lord that spot will ne'er forget;
He will a faithful record keep,--
He knows where all his children sleep.
Though monsters should that form devour,
'Twill rise in beauty, strength and power;
That voice, which rends the tombs and graves,
Will sound through all the ocean caves;
Then 'roused by heaven's eternal King,
He'll tune his golden harp and sing;
While, quick as thought, to join the song,
Will Burman converts round him throng,
And on that bright auspicious morn,
Like jewels his rich crown adorn.

LINES

SUGGESTED BY A REMARK MADE BY THE REV. WINTHROP
MORSE, WHILE ADDRESSING A CONGREGATION ASSEMBLED
ON THE BANKS OF THE SANDY RIVER, UPON A BAPTISMAL OCCASION.

The writer of the following, though but a child, was present, and, for
the first time, witnessed the administration of that solemn ordinance.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
God's faithful servant cried,
As he addressed the multitude
That thronged the water's side.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
He said with tearful eye,--
Then come, dear friends, and choose the path
That leads to joys on high.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
The convert seemed to say,--
I'll trace the path my Savior marked,
Though through these waves it lay.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
Was echoed from the stream,
Like me your days will swiftly glide,
Or like a fleeting dream.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
The Holy Spirit said,--
And sweetly whispered to the soul,
"I'll be thy heavenly guide."

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"
That sentence reached my heart,
I trembled lest I there should hear
That awful word, "depart."

Yes, trav'ling to eternity,
While overwhelmed with guilt,--
Afraid that Jesus' pard'ning love,
By me would ne'er be felt.

"We're trav'ling to eternity,"--
It rings upon my ear;
The hills which echoed back that sound,
Still to my heart are dear.

"We're traveling to eternity,"
Said that dear faithful friend,
Whose image in my mem'ry lives,
And will, till life shall end.

"We're traveling to eternity,"
Soon, soon we there shall meet,
And is my deathless soul prepared,
That frien