THE SILENT TOWER. TINTADGEL bells ring o'er the tide! He hears that sound, and dreams of home "Come to thy God in time!" But why are Bottreaux' echoes still? Her tower stands proudly on the hill: Yet the strange chough that home hath found, The lamb lies sleeping on the ground. Come to thy God in time! Should be her answering chime, Come to thy God at last! Should echo on the blast. The ship rode down with courses free, The daughter of a distant sea; Her sheet was loose, her anchor stored, The merry Bottreaux bells on board. THE SILENT TOWER. "Come to thy God in time!" 139 66 "Thank God!" with reverent brow, he cried, We make the shore with evening's tide!" Come to thy God in time! It was his marriage chime :- Thank God, thou whining knave, on land! Uprose that sea, as if it heard Long did the rescued pilot tell, When gray hairs o'er his forehead fell, While those around would hear and weep, That fearful judgment of the deep! Come to thy God in time! He read his native chime: Youth, manhood, old age, past, His bell rung out at last! THE SILENT TOWER. Still, when the storm of Bottreaux' waves Those bells that sullen surges hide Peal their deep notes beneath the tide. Thus saith the ocean chime: R. S. HAWKER. BOHMOLZE 141 STRIVE. STRIVE, when thou art called of God, That would clog thee in the race! Fight, though it may cost thy life, Let not Satan's fiercest strife Make thee, warrior, faint or quail. Wrestle, till through every vein Love and strength are glowing warm,— Love that can the world disdain: Half-love will not bide the storm. Wrestle, with strong prayers and cries, Hast thou won the pearl of price? Think not thou hast reached the goal, Conquered every sin and vice That had power to harm thy soul. |