Poems (Osgood)/The Soul's Lament for Home
THE SOUL'S LAMENT FOR HOME.
As 'plains the home-sick ocean-shell Far from its own remember'd sea, Repeating, like a fairy spell Of love, the charmèd melody It learn'd within that whispering wave, Whose wondrous and mysterious tone Still wildly haunts its winding cave Of pearl, with softest music-moan—
So asks my home-sick soul below, For something loved, yet undefined; So mourns to mingle with the flow Of music, from the Eternal Mind; So murmurs, with its child-like sigh, The melody it learn'd above, To which no echo may reply, Save from thy voice, Celestial Love!