CONSOLATION.
WRITTEN AFTER THE SECOND BATTLE OF BULL RUN.
"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first earth were passed away; and there was no more sea."
AH, many-voiced and angry! how the waves
Beat turbulent with terrible uproar!
Is there no rest from tossing,—no repose?
Where shall we find a haven and a shore?
What is secure from the land-dashing wave?
There go our riches, and our hopes fly there;
There go the faces of our best beloved,
Whelmed in the vortex of its wild despair.
Whose son is safe? whose brother, and whose home?
The dashing spray beats out the household fire;
By blackened ashes weep our widowed souls
Over the embers of our lost desire.
