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The Crisis.

Hush—O heaven! a moment more,
A breath, a step, and all is o'er;
Hark—beneath the waters wild,
Save, O mercy, save my child.
Swiftly from her heaving breast
The mother tore the snowy vest,—
Her little truant saw and smiled,
Turn'd,—and mercy saved the child.
Thus, the face of love can win
Where fear is weak to scare from sin;
Thus, when faith and conscience slept,
Jesus look'd,—and Peter wept.
1829.