Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds

Tell me

ye wing­èd winds

That round my path­way roar

Do ye not know some spot

Where mor­tals weep no more?

Some lone and plea­sant dell

Some vall­ey in the West

Where

free from toil and pain

The wea­ry soul may rest?

The loud wind dwin­dles

To a whis­per low

And sighed for pi­ty

As it an­swered

No.

Tell me

thou migh­ty deep

Whose bil­lows round me play

Know’st thou some fa­vored spot

Some is­land far away

Where wea­ry man may find

The bliss for which he sighs

Where sor­row nev­er lives

And friend­ship nev­er dies?

The loud waves roll­ing

In per­pe­tu­al flow

Stopped for a while

And sighed to an­swer No.

And thou

se­ren­est moon

That with such ho­ly face

Dost look up­on the earth

Asleep in night’s em­brace;

Tell me

in all thy round

Hast thou not seen some spot

Where mi­se­ra­ble man

Might find a hap­pi­er lot?

Behind a cloud

The moon with­drew in woe

And a voice sweet

But sad

re­spond­ed

No.

Tell me

my sac­red soul

Oh! tell me

Hope and Faith

Is there no rest­ing place

From sor­row

sin and death?

Is there no hap­py spot

Where mor­tals may be blest

Where grief may find a balm

And wea­ri­ness a rest?

Faith

Hope

and Love

Best boons to mor­tal giv­en

Waved their bright wings

And whis­pered

Yes

in Heav’n.