[MY RELEASE.]
I hear in the ocean's restless moan
My soul's lament.
Will it ever cease?
I feel in the rumbling earthquake's groan
Deep anguish spent.
Shall I now know peace?
I see in the smallest heaven's loan
Enough for content—
But is that release?
O no!
My release is but found in the pure undertone,
Coming nearer and dearer to me,
Of a great human love beyond Nature at best,
Eternal, inspiring, and free.
Oh, that's my release.
Happy me, happy me!
[THE GOD OF MUSIC.]
TO E. T. G.