’Tis true, I’ve passed the fearful Charybdis,
Yet ’mid the maelstrom thrilled with happiness.
We should not murmur ’gainst an earthly trial—
It throws a stronger sunlight on Life’s dial,
Awakes the spirit in its chrysalis,
And plumes it i’ to the broad, bright heavens to soar.
And oh! if I could sing the bliss I’ve known,
While sitting in this study-room alone,
Listing the soul waves wash the eternal shore—
If I could ring it out in one loud song,