I.
It cannot be that earth was given for our abiding place,
Or that for nought we’re darkly doomed the storms of life to face;
It cannot be our being’s cast from ’neath the ocean wave
Of vast Eternity, to sink again within its grave.
Else tell me why the aspiring thoughts, the glorious hopes of man,
Which spring up from his ‘heart of hearts,’ brook not earth’s narrow span;
Oh! tell me why unsatisfied forever here they roam,
And seem to claim in higher spheres a refuge and a home.