The secret springs of being deep within
Who can search out, or who disclose to view?
One only Eye can look the heartstrings in,
One only Mind can read their story true.
Dark are the guesses of our sympathy,—
Who to another can the causes tell
Of all the smiles that o'er the features fly,
Of all the heavings that the bosom swell?
Yet each one well may wish another’s good,
And each one for another’s welfare pray,
Thrice happy, if no thought of ill intrude,
To mar the kindly wishes on their way.
And now farewell! the wide world is before thee,
With storm and shine an ever-changing scene;
Earth lies beneath thy feet, the heavens are o'er thee,
And these are what thou needs must choose between.
O fare thee well upon thy pilgrimage!
May ev’ry aiding grace to thee come down!
So may the war thou hast on earth to wage,
Win the true amaranth of a heav’nly crown!
