A vast and stormy sea, Whose ranks of wind-stirred billows Shall sing to comfort thee ?
Or heaven’s immense and wondrous vault, Star-strewn, thine eyes to greet ? Or smiles from nature’s fairest things, The flowers, the zephyrs sweet ?
Or dost thou yearn for solace All other joys above, — A gentle mother’s kisses, A sweetheart’s tender love?
To cure thy heart’s deep sorrow What wouldst thou have, oh, what? “ My longing is for powder, For powder and for shot!”
4. WE ARE BROTHERS
FROM glorious Nature’s myriad tongues Though songs be breathed by lips of love, And though the maiden’s fingers fair Across the thrilling harp-strings rove, Of all earth’s sounds, there is no other So lovely as the name of brother.
Clasp hands, for we are brothers dear, Of old by tempest rent apart;