Classic Poem

WHERE , O my soul, O where
Thy image shall I view?
In the light cloud which melts in air,
Or in the early dew.

This hour, with flowing tears
My follies I bewail:
The next, my heart a waste appears,
Where all the fountains fail.

Now, as the wax in flame
Dissolves, and loves the seal;
The tend'rest touch of grief and shame
Alternately I feel.

To day, her glimmering light
Hope kindles in my breast:
The morrow, with despair's black night,
Has all my soul opprest.

O my unstedfast mind,
Tost between good and ill!
With steady course the brutal kind
Their Maker's law fulfill.

O miserable state,
Of hope by fear subdu'd!
On thee, O Lord, for help I wait;
Fix, fix my soul in good.