No doubt these are as yet only presages of the
good things to follow, and our patience will yet have to be tried by failures and disappointments, during which we shall be inclined to cry : " Will it never be day P Will the tide of good fortune never come to flood P " We believe that Clough's well-known lines, which we quoted some six weeks after Coleus°, aptly describe the situation :—
" For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look ! the land is bright !'