Just when Despair and Doubt were swallowing all,

Hath dropped into the heart without a call,

Conspicuous as a Fire, and sweet as Youth,

An everlasting stronghold to the mind.

Thomas Burbidge.

Not seldom, clad in radiant vest,

Deceitfully goes forth the morn;

Not seldom evening, in the west,

Sinks smilingly forsworn.

The smoothest seas will sometimes prove