I call upon the waves and they reply,
But not the voice I fain would hear replied,
Vainly I seek it in the wind’s deep sigh,
Earth, air, the sky’s blue depths and ocean’s tide.
These have their various voices, soft or stern,
Moulding our feelings to the varied hour,
And the wrung heart will hear them and return
To claim on Nature’s breast a mother’s power.
The dewy freshness of earth’s vernal prime,
Her budding promise lapp’d in fragrant showers,