Give us an Interpreter.

GIVE US AN INTERPRETER.

THE winning waves with whispers low,
The wafting winds that gently blow,
Call me away to a land most fair,—
“Come, we will bear thee safely there.”
So my silken sail I must unfurl,

And bound o’er the billows that proudly curl;
Sunny sea-birds sail round me on high,
Shooting like sun-beams o’er all the sky;
With the swelling waves does my bonny bark heave,
Like a sword- fish through them all I cleave;
“Where shall I go? What shall I find?”
Affectionate hearts, ever gentle and kind
Such have I here!
“Old age serene, and earnest youth,
Forgetting all else in its search for truth.”
Such have I here!
“Men who build cities and armies lead,
Forward to venture in noble deed.”
Such have I here!
“Beautiful forms, with eyes that are made
Of sunbeams in softest dew-drops arrayed.”
Such have I here!
“Burst forth loud carols sweet and free.
Hark to the music that swells o’er the sea.”

We have all that on this shore.
“Then what wouldst thou more?”

A man who with power shall backward throw
The curtain that hangs o’er the infinite now,
That forth on the earth a glory may stream,
Startling all souls from their mournful dream.
By that piercing light men shall see with surprise,
From their souls sprang the earth, the stars, and the skies.

Z.