Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
The wind, a sightless laborer, whistles at his task.
Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.
Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.