Hast thou not stood where ocean madly raging,
Rolled onward as with overmastering shock:
‘Till hushed the storm, the chaféd surge assuaging,
It gently laved the firm-opposing rock?
Hast thou not gleaned a lesson to thy reason
From winter’s fostering power and spring’s awakening reign;
Summer’s brief heat, autumn’s maturing season,
And learned vicissitudes are not in vain?
But from the varied page outspread before thee,
Garner’d of wisdom for thy fleeting days,