I fly to the day break; I seek the sun rising;
I brave the short darkness, I covet the day,
And sooner than you I shall welcome the morning;
Fare thee well, passenger! bid me not stay.
THE PASSENGER.
See how the driftweed is wandering seaward;
Driven and scattered it soon will be lost;
From billow to billow, benighted, unfriended,
Companionless, weary, thus you will be tost.
THE BIRD.