With an unwavering trust he meets the wave,
Which bears him onward to the dread unknown;
From man’s injustice to that mighty Throne,
Supreme in power, Omnipotent to save.
Ah! ne’er from that far land shall he return!
His dust shall mingle with his mother-earth
In that fair isle to which his skill gave birth.[[6]]
That mighty soul! where doth it “breathe and burn?”
What worlds hath it discerned beyond the tomb,
Which to our eyes are all enwrapped in gloom?