Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.