As charm to lull the winds and calm ensure;
Ah, may there come the good to which our hopes aspire!”
Strophe V
Then, when he his spirit proud
To the yoke of doom had bowed,
While the blasts of altered mood
O'er his soul swept like a flood,
Reckless, godless and unblest;
Thence new thoughts upon him pressed,
Thoughts of evil, frenzied daring,