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FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY.

"There's beauty in the sky,"
When stars are beaming fair,
In ocean too, of azure dye,
When moon-beams sparkle there.

I love the hour when day is spent,
And stars are in the firmament,
At that still hour, night's shadows roll
A heavenly calmness o'er my soul.

I love to gaze upon the deep,
When storms are lull'd to rest.
How calmly sweet those billows sleep,
And mildly smile on ocean's breast.

Ah! who can gaze upon the ocean,
And see the moon-beams sparkle there,
Nor feel the flame of pure devotion.
Nor offer up one fervent prayer.

Ah ! who has marked the rainbow's smile,
That emblem of our Maker's love,
And did not turn, with love, the while,
To join the adoring train above.

But there's a beauty far more bright
'Than ocean's gems of fairest hue.
Than starry hosts of heavenly light,
When beaming from that sky of blue.

The glorious sky shall pass away.
The mighty deep must cease to flow,
Created things shall all decay,
This is our sentence, this our woe.

Yet earth with Heaven can boast alone,
A brighter beauty, more refined-
Its centre is the Eternal's throne-
It is the beauty of the mind.

HAMLET.