Hence, by stern thoughts and strong winds borne,
Voyaged, with faith that could not fail,
Who cried: _Lead, kindly Light!_ forlorn
Beneath a stranger sail.
Becalmed upon a classic sea;
Wandering through eternal Rome;
Fighting with Death in Sicily:
He hungered for his home.
These northern waves, these island airs!
Dreams of these haunted his full heart:
Their love inspired his songs and prayers,
Bidding him play his part.
The freedom of the living dead;
The service of a living pain:
He chose between them, bowed his head,
And counted sorrow, gain.
Ah, sweetest soul of all! whose choice
Was golden with the light of lights:
But us doubt's melancholy voice,
Wandering in gloom, unites.
Ah, sweetest soul of all! whose voice
Hailed morning, and the sun's increase:
We of the restless night rejoice,
We also, at thy peace.
1887.