Life is but a troubled ocean, Hope a meteor, love a flower Which blossoms in the morning beam, And withers with the evening hour.
Ambition is a dizzy height, And glory but a lightning gleam; Fame is a bubble, dazzling bright, Which fairest shines in fortune's beam.
When clouds and darkness veil the skies, And sorrow's blast blows loud and chill, Friendship shall like a rainbow rise, And softly whisper—"Peace, be still."
