So thick the mist is hanging round,
Vast ocean is not seen;
But we may hear his rolling wave,
And mark where he hath been.
The veil is rent! a gleam of light!
The forest lands appear!
Again the brooding vapors dip;
Earth looks more hopeless, drear.
As mist upon the mountain side,
Or as the tidal flow;
So Doubt within the human breast
Riseth and falleth low.
