What sacred instinct did inspire

My Soul in childhood with a hope so strong?

What secret force moved my desire

To expect my joy, beyond the seas, so young?

Felicity I knew

Was out of view;

And being here alone,

I saw that happiness was gone

From me! For this

I thirsted absent bliss,

And thought that sure beyond the seas,

Or else in something near at hand

I knew not yet (since nought did please

I knew), my bliss did stand,