From the wrung heart, of power, through agony,
To pierce the clouds? Hear, Mercy!—hear me! None
That bleed and weep beneath the smiling sun
Have heavier cause! Yet hear!—my soul grows dark!——
Who hears the last shriek from the sinking bark
On the mid seas, and with the storm alone,
And bearing to the abyss, unseen, unknown,
Its freight of human hearts? Th’ o’ermastering wave!
Who shall tell how it rush’d—and none to save!
Thou hast forsaken me! I feel, I know,