Oh thou of dark forebodings drear,

Oh thou of such a faithless heart,

Hast thou forgotten what thou art,

That thou hast ventured so to fear?

No weed on Ocean’s bosom cast,

Borne by its never-resting foam

This way and that, without an home,

Till flung on some bleak shore at last—

But thou the Lotus, which above

Swayed here and there by wind and tide,

Yet still below doth fixed abide

Fast rooted in the eternal Love.