Part 4 — GENIUS.

Far out at sea the wave was high, While veered the wind and flapped the sail; We saw a snow-white butterfly Dancing before the fitful gale, Far out at sea! The little creature, which had lost Its mate, of danger little knew; Settled awhile upon the mast, Then fluttered o'er the waters blue, Far out at sea! Away it danced with shimmering glee, Now dim, distinct, now seen, now gone: Night comes, with wind and rain, but he No more shall dance before the morn, Far out at sea! He dies unlike his mates, I ween, Perhaps not sooner or more crossed; But he has known, and felt, and seen, A wider, larger hope, though lost Far out at sea!