Emblem of life, see changeful April sail— Henry Kirke White.
In varying vest along the shadowy skies,
Now bidding Summer’s softest zephyrs rise,
Anon recalling Winter’s stormy gale,
And pouring from the cloud her sudden hail:
Then smiling through the tear that dims her eyes,
While Iris with her braid the welkin dyes,
Promise of sunshine not so prone to fail.
So, to us sojourners in life’s low vale,
The smiles of Fortune flatter to deceive,
While still the Fates the web of misery weave,
So Hope exultant spreads her airy sail,
And from the present gloom the soul conveys
To distant summers and far happier days.