Chapter X

From heaven to heaven[1], along an azure sea,
Fanned by light airs, his little sail was set;
Young angels went with him for company,
And smiles and sunshine all the way he met.

His pretty mates and he had communings
So fair, he could possess his soul in peace,
And scorn to be disturbed by earthly things
And chafed by trivial jars that soon must cease.

Why should he fret who was in sight of port
Before almost he left his native shore,
And did but change a well-beloved resort
For one that would content and charm him more?

His great serenity to him was given
Because his conversation was in heaven.

Footnote 1:

“Heaven lies about us in our infancy.”—_Wordsworth._