EN VOYAGE. 'I Whichever way the wind doth Mow I Some heart is glad to have it so; then blow it east or blow it west, I The wind that blows, that wind ia best. My little craft sails not alone;- ' I A thousand fle:s trom every zone I Are out upon a thousand seas: J And what for me were favoring breeze ! Miht dash another, with the sivck Of doom, upon some hidden, rock. And so I do not dare to pray For winds to waft me on my way. But leave it to a Higher Will To stay or speed me; trusting still That all is well, and sure that He Who launched my bark wiil sail with w Through storm and calm, and will r.ot fail. Whatever breezes may prevail. To land me, every peril past. Within his sheltering haven, at last. Then, whatsoever wind doth blow, My heart Is glad to have it so; f And biow it east blow it west. The wind that blows, that wind is best. I Mrs. Caroline A. Mason, in "The Lost f Ring" and other potms.