O transient voyager of heaven

O transient voyager of heaven

O silent sign of winter skies

What adverse wind thy sail has driven

To dungeons where a prisoner lies?

Methinks the hand that shut the sun

So sternly from this mourning brow

Might still their rebel task have done?

And checked a thing so frail as thou

They would have done it had they known

The talisman that dwelt in thee

For all the suns that ever shone

Have never been so kind to me

For many a week, and many a day

My heart was weighed with sinking gloom

When morning rose in mourning grey

And faintly lit my prison room

But angel like, when I awoke

Thy silvery form so soft and fair

Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke

Of cloudy skies and mountains bare

Thy presence and voiceless soulless messenger

Waked a thrilling tone

That comforts me while thou art here

And will sustain when thou art gone