Nor to the lofty issue fly.
To feel the ardent wish to range
The world of thought and fancy o’er,
Yet know—oh! contradiction strange!
It owns a wing too weak to soar.
To have the love of all that’s fair,
And beautiful and pure and free,
Yet find it choked with weeds of care,
Flung from the world’s tempestuous sea.
To feel affections warm and high,