So restless in the wave below.

Thus heavenly hope is all serene,

But earthly hope, how bright soe’er,

Still flutters o’er this changeful scene,

As false, as fleeting as ’tis fair.

Bishop Heber.

Whose was that voice, that whispering sweet,

Promised methought long days of bliss sincere;

Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,

Most like soft music that might sometimes cheat