“Now to our harbor safe going;
Riding the billows, pushed by the gale:
The torch of the Twins bright glowing—
Tipping our mast and gilding each sail.”
“And do these stars assure, Cornelius?”
“I saw a star no cloud can ever hide, through the darkest part of the storm.”
“A star?”
“Yes, ‘Mary, Star of Sea.’”
“I do not comprehend you.”
“God’s love! He that guided the maiden orphan of Bethlehem through the besetments of her life, amid the tempests of Jewry and Rome, purely, safely, gloriously, to the end; while many of noble birth and having every earthly good went down to ruin, walks ever on the wave where faith voyages.”