Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1827.pdf/15



III. A chastening thought of human cares, A feeling, linked to earth! Is not yon speck a bark, which bears The loved of many a hearth? Oh! do not hope, and grief, and fear, Crowd her frail world even now, And manhood's prayer and woman's tear Follow her venturous prow?

IV. Bright are the floating clouds above, The glittering seas below; But we are bound by cords of love To kindred weal and woe! Therefore, amidst this wide array Of glorious things and fair, My soul is on that bark's lone way, For human hearts are there.