LIFE'S VOYAGE.
There rose, amid the boundless flood,
A little island green;
And there a simple race abode
That knew no other scene;
Save that a vague tradition ran,
That all the starry skies
Bore up a brighter race of man,
Robed in the rainbow's dyes.
A youth there was of ardent soul,
Who viewed the azure hue,
And saw the waves of ocean roll
Against its circle blue.
He launched his skiff, with bold intent
To seek the nations bright,
And o'er the rolling waters went,
For many a day and night.
His lusty arms did stoutly strain,
Nor soon their vigor spent:
All hope was he right soon to gain
And climb the firmament;
Where glorious forms, in garments bright,
Dipped in the rainbow's dyes,
And streets, star-paved, should lend their light
To his enraptured eyes.
