the wanderer.
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The crested billow on the deep
Knows to which shore its current lies;
The blast—the realms which he must sweep
The ant—the hill to which it hies.
Knows to which shore its current lies;
The blast—the realms which he must sweep
The ant—the hill to which it hies.
The stork that seeks the tropic glows,
It knoweth whither it is bound;
And the revolving planet knows
The circle of its luminous round.
It knoweth whither it is bound;
And the revolving planet knows
The circle of its luminous round.
But I, confused, seek a way
In darkness here; I fall, I sigh,
Upon a broken wing I stray,
And all my help lies in a cry!
In darkness here; I fall, I sigh,
Upon a broken wing I stray,
And all my help lies in a cry!
