III.
"But what recketh Ocean for pride of man!
The storm-wraith wails loudly on high; Till battered and torn is the gallant bark
In her wrestle 'gainst ocean and sky. Yet she conquers, she rideth the seething foam;
And, as bird from prison bars free, She spreadeth her sail 'yond the storm-cloud's rim
And skimmeth a tranquil sea."
IV.
"One glance to the stalwart form by her side,
Her spirit returns to its rest; And gaily she dreameth of happier days
In the new land, the glorious West. She raiseth the babe; Oh well for her peace!
Where had nestled the darling head, A fierce, flying ball from the Gascon grazed,
Ere it plunged in its ocean bed."
V.
"Now peaceful in shades of the gloaming I rest,
Unawed of the murkier night; Calm-souled I await for the upward call,
And the glow of the nearing light. The river's sad moanings I may not hear;
High over the murmuring foam Floateth rich music. Ah! sweet to mine ear
Those angel tones welcoming home."
VI.
Gladness for light of a long, lustrous day;
Sorrow for sunshine fast fleeting away.
More dense than the doole of a starless night
The gloom of a soul which knoweth no light.
Down-coursing as cataract o'er the steep hill
That will which opposeth the Higher Will.