Where he who winds 'twixt rock and wave,
May hear the headlong torrent rave,
And like a steed in frantic fit,
That flings the froth from curb and bit,
May view her—chafe her waves to spray,
O'er every rock that bars her way,
Till foam-globes on her eddies ride
Thick as the schemes of human pride,
That down life’s current drive amain
As frail, as frothy, and as vain!”