The tempest-breath and fever-strife,
The old man welcomed the gentle friend
Who bade the storm and the conflict end.
IV.
I looked where the fountains of gladness start,
On the love of the pure and trusting heart;
On the cheek like summer roses fair,
And the changeful light of the waving hair;
Earth had no cloud for her joyous eye,
But I saw the shade in the future’s sky.