A life all turbulence and noise may seem,To him that leads it, wise and to be praised;But wisdom is a pearl with most successSought in still water, and beneath clear skies.

There is a fountain filled with blood / Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; / And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, / Lose all their guilty stains.

Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore.

We perished, each alone: / But I beneath a rougher sea, / And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.