Not trust you, dear? Nay, ’t is not true. As sailors trust the shifting sea From day to day, so I trust you. They know how smooth the sea can be; And well they know its treachery When tempests blow; yet forth they thrust Their ships, as in security. They trust it, dear, because they must.
Not trust you, dear? Nay, ’t is not true. As sailors trust the shifting sea From day to day, so I trust you. They know how smooth the sea can be; And well they know its treachery When tempests blow; yet forth they thrust Their ships, as in security. They trust it, dear, because they must...
Myriads of motley molecules through space Move round triumphant. By their whirlpool pace Shall we be shaken? All in earth’s vast span, Our very bodies, veer to other shapes, Mid the mad dance one stubborn power escapes, Looks on and marvels,—’t is the soul of man.
Once when the wind was on the roof, And nature seemed to question fate, A fiery angel, in a dream, Called on a soul to contemplate. “Look well about thy precincts, learn What is thy gain, thy final stock, Obtained from living day by day.” (Hark, how the winds the elm-trees rock!) The man’s soul...
