A gallant bark was gliding o'er the seas,
And, like a living mass, before the breeze,
Swept on majestic, as a thing of mind
Whose spirit held communion with the wind,
Rearing and rising o'er the billowed tide,
As a proud steed doth toss its head in pride.
Upon its deck young Edmund silent stood--
A son of sadness; and his mournful mood
Grew day by day, while wave on wave rolled by,
And he their homeward current with a sigh
Followed with fondness. Still the vessel bore
The wanderer onward from his native shore,
Till in a distant land he lonely stood
'Midst city crowds in more than solitude.
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There long he wandered, without aim or plan,
Till _disappointment_ whispered, _Act as man!_
But though it cool the fever of the brain,
And shake, untaught, presumption's idle reign,
Bring folly to its level, and bid hope
Before the threshold of attainment stop,
Still--when its blastings thwart our every scheme,
When humblest wishes seem an idle dream,
And the bare bread of life is half denied--
Such disappointments humble not our pride;
But do they change the temper of the soul,
Change every word and action, and enrol
The nobler mind with things of basest name--
With idleness, dishonesty, and shame!
It hath its bounds, and thus far it is well
To check presumption--visions wild to quell;
Then 'tis the chastening of a father's hand--
All wholesome, all expedient.
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