Hark to the play of waves!—and glancing now
Forth from his leafy nest the exulting bird
Pours his wild carol on the fragrant gale,
Bidding the sunbright woods and waters hail!
Hath happiness departed
From this glad scene? Is there a home—a hearth
Made desolate? Alas! the tones of earth
Sound not in concert with the broken-hearted!
Yon sea—the gorgeous sun—the azure sky—
Were never meant to mourn with things that die!