VI.
But something is not right within;
High hopes are far gone by.
Was it a bootless aim—to win
Sight of a loftier sky?
They preach men should not faint, but pray,
And seek until they find;
But God is very far away,
Nor is his countenance kind.
Yet every night my father prayed,
Withdrawing from the throng!
Some answer must have come that made
His heart so high and strong!
Once more I'll seek the God of men,
Redeeming childhood's vow.—
—I failed with bitter weeping then,
And fail cold-hearted now!