Bend down to listen to our feeble wail,
To our vain longings with a pitying ear,
And for one moment raise the mystic veil!
That we might see, though rocking on the tide,
If our frail barks would gain the port at last;
If sailing on Life’s ocean far and wide
We’d gain the haven when the storm was past.
Oh! looking backward on our dreary way—
Recalling all our dreams of love and truth,
And the “green spots” wherein we might not stay,