And though that stream be hidden from the view,
    ’Tis yet preserved ’neath ocean’s briny crest: 
    That wide eternity of waves is true—­
    And as the planets anchored in their rest,
    The sparkling streamlet lives; and while unblest,
    The land-wave stagnant lingers—­there the blue
    Tide holds the river stainless in its breast—­
    An image still of life, that sparkles through
    The starry deep of heaven, for ever new.

[Illustration:  Vignette]