Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
The Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society.