How is the heart to courage stirr’d
By smiles from kindred eyes!
And are these lost?—and have I said
To aught like thee—be strong?
—So bid the willow lift its head,
And brave the tempest’s wrong!
Thou reed! o’er which the storm hath pass’d—
Thou shaken with the wind!
On one, one friend thy weakness cast—
There is but One to bind!