And with exulting heart——
Vit. There is no joy!
—Who shall look through the far futurity,
And, as the shadowy visions of events
Develop on his gaze, midst their dim throng,
Dare, with oracular mien, to point, and say,
“This will bring happiness?” Who shall do this?
Who, thou and I, and all! There’s One, who sits
In His own bright tranquillity enthroned,
High o’er all storms, and looking far beyond