Oh thou of such a faithless heart, Hast thou forgotten what thou art, That thou hast ventured so to fear? No weed on ocean's bosom cast, Borne by its never-resting foam This way and that, without a home, Till flung on some bleak shore at last: But thou the lotus, which above Sway'd here and there by wind and tide, Yet still below doth fix'd abide, Fast rooted in the eternal Love. |