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In tracing the history of fishes from their structure to suit their environ- 

 their earliest existence to the present ment; when this changed all their 

 one is struck with the myriad forms efforts came to naught, and they were 

 he finds. It would seem that all possi- destined to give way to the more fa 

 ble effort was made by them to modify vored kinds. 



Seth E. Meek. 



THE DEEP. 



There's beauty in the deep 

 The wave is bluer than the sky ; 

 And, though the light shine bright on high, 

 More softly do the sea-gems glow 

 That sparkle in the depths below ; 

 The rainbow r 's tints are only made 

 When on the waters they are laid, 

 And sun and moon most sweetly shine 

 Upon the ocean's level brine. 



There's beauty in the deep. 



There's music in the deep- 

 It is not in the surf's rough roar, 

 Nor in the whispering, shelly shore 

 They are but earthly sounds, that tell 

 How little of the sea-nymph's shell, 

 That sends its loud, clear note abroad, 

 Or winds its softness through the flood, 

 Echoes through groves with coral gay, 

 And dies, on spongy banks, away. 



There's music in the deep. 



There's quiet in the deep- 

 Above let tides and tempests rave, 

 And earth-born whirlwinds wake the wave ; 

 Above let care and fear contend, 

 With sin and sorrow to the end. 

 Here, far beneath the tainted foam, 

 That frets above our peaceful home, 

 We dream in joy, and wake in love, 

 Nor know the rage that yells above. 



There's quiet in the deep. 



John G. C. Brainarcl. 



