SONG VII. The Perturbations of Passion.
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Boethius and James, H. R. (Henry Rosher)
Stars shed no light Through the black night, When the clouds hide; And the lashed wave, If the winds rave O'er ocean's tide,—
Though once serene As day's fair sheen,— Soon fouled and spoiled By the storm's spite, Shows to the sight Turbid and soiled.
Oft the fair rill, Down the steep hill Seaward that strays, Some tumbled block Of fallen rock Hinders and stays.
Then art thou fain Clear and most plain Truth to discern, In the right way Firmly to stay, Nor from it turn?
Joy, hope and fear Suffer not near, Drive grief away: Shackled and blind And lost is the mind Where these have sway.