Never again will he quit your side!
Miserere
Our God in Heaven! Were it not for Thee,
We could go down to die as to a feast
Spread on the grey floor of mine host, the Sea,—
We could die out contented then, at least,
A smile on ev’n our never-smiling lips,
Dreaming of songs and splendours on sunk ships,—
But by Thy Majesty, ah, what are we?