Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear
William C. BryantThese struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.
William C. BryantVirtue cannot dwell with slaves, nor reign O'er those who cower to take a tyrant's yoke.
William C. Bryant