A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.
But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see For one who hath no friend, no brother there.
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.