No breeze lulls sweetly o’er those chords,
That beat and sigh, like sea o’er shoals,
For sympathy’s kind, loving words.
A blue spot in a stormy sky,
From which a star gleams purely bright,
Is like the smile or tearful eye
To those whose hearts are dark with night.
Then feel for th’ pris’ner, sick and blind—
E’en the forest-rose, the desert-tree,
The sprig of grass, kissed by the wind,