The Voice Within

O Sorrow's vaporous clouds have murked my mind;
I wait for Gales to blow and lift the veil-
Ah!how I wish in wake-dead dreams to hail
A fleet of Joy serene and fast to find.
My Thoughts, my Hopes, my Passions -all are oozed
Like crushed seeds of oil of stirring Flame
For Life in paltry things has lost its Aim.
No wind has blown;shall I stand e'er bemused
And blind before the Future's foggy main?
A voice within says"an end lurks in all"-
In simple reeds awaits a splendid tune
And sweet satiety in golden grain.
I too when fined shall learn my Purpose whole
Like stone reveals a beauty rare when hewn!  

The Voice Within

O Srrow's vaporous clouds have murked my mind;
I wait for Gales to blow and lift the veil-
Ah! how I wish in wake-dead dreams to hail
A fleet of joy serene and fast to find:
My Thoughts, my Hopes, my Passions -all are oozed
Like crushed seeds of oil,of stirring Flame,
For Life in paltry things has lost its way.
No wind has blown;shall I stand e'er bemused
And blind before the Future's foggy main?
A Voice within says "an end lurks in all"- 
In simple reeds awaits a splendid tune
And sweet satiety in golden grain.
I too when fined shall learn my purpose whole
Like stone reveals a beauty rare when hewn!