The lofty visions of the daring soul;
The piercing eye, that bade the darkness roll
From Nature’s laws, and sought
For years to trace her mysteries divine:
Oh! who shall count the gems that glitter on thy shrine?
Yet more is thine, proud sea!
Thou hast the mighty spoils of human wo,
The bright hopes crushed, the dark and bitter flow
Of grief and agony;
Thou hast the burning tears of wild despair,