Unrest

Liko a thora in the fle&li, ike a lly m tuo nieli, Like a b.nt that is ohained to shore, Tlia wild mirest of ihe hMrt in iay brcast, Tortures me ni re and inore. I knuw not w-hy it sliould wiiil and cry, I.ike a chilii that is Lost at niglit; Fr it knows t:u grief bilt has found relief, And It is uot toa hed wlth bliglit. Itlris liad of pleasure fnll man y a measure: It ba thriüeil with love's red ine; Ii Uas hope, aud health, and yotth's rare wenlth - O rich is tliis hcart of mine! Yol la not glad- It is wild and mail, Like a b.li.nv tof ore it breaks; And its ccaseless pain is worse than yain, Since it knowa not only it achoa. It longs to be like the wavcs of the sea, Tlial break f rom control, 'nú beat, And dash, ani] lange, and hurry, and plunge And die at ihe gray rocks' feet. ]t wia.i. s of lifn. and it aiekeus of atrife; And it lires ol' r-st. Oh, I know not why it should ache and cry- 'Tis a iroublesoiue Ueart at best. Tho' not nnderstood, I thiak 'lis a good And Gnd-like discontent. It spring! from the suui that lonja for its goalThe tourca from which it was sent. Then surfte, O breai t! with thy wild unrest- Cry, heárt! like a c'hilii at niglit- Ti:l the myslic shore of the B vermore, SUail dawu on the Boal'a glad sight.