A Song

Amid the tempest, wild and dark, Upon Life's troubled sea; One only star illumes the scene, With heavenly brilliancy.

Oh! sweetly o'er the howling deeps, Its venturing beam shines out; And bright, relieves my weeping eye, And calms my soul from doubt.

That star is pure Religion's light. A pole star, calm but blest, It guides my lost and trembling bark, To Heaven's sweet port of rest.