⁠Their struggles will be o'er!
Oh, for the day, when I shall rest,
⁠And never suffer more!'

'I saw a spirit, standing, man,
⁠Where thou dost stand—an hour ago,
And round his feet three rivers ran,
⁠Of equal depth, and equal flow—
A golden stream—and one like blood;
⁠And one like sapphire seemed to be;
But, where they joined their triple flood
⁠It tumbled in an inky sea.
The spirit sent his dazzling gaze
⁠Down through that ocean's gloomy night;
Then, kindling all, with sudden blaze,
⁠The glad deep sparkled wide and bright—
White as the sun, far, far more fair
Than its divided sources were!'

'And even for that spirit, seer,
⁠I've watched and sought my lifetime long;
Sought him in heaven, hell, earth, and air,
⁠An endless search, and always wrong.
Had I but seen his glorious eye
⁠Once light the clouds that 'wilder me,
I ne'er had raised this coward cry