Below, the waves in surges roll,
Bounding and white as Grecian steeds,
That bore their monarch to the goal.
Now, his swift wings the sea bird lowers,
For well he reads the angry skies,
And ere the storm its fury pours,
For shelter to the rock he flies.
Bird of the wave! when dangers threat,
When life looks dark and conflicts roar,
Should deep remorse and vain regret