Till there she sees within the troubled waves
The bodies sinking in their wat’ry graves,
When from her lover, yielding up his breath,
There comes a voice,—“Farewell, Elizabeth!”
Yet Resignation in the house is seen,
Subdued Affliction, Piety serene, 300
And Hope, for ever striving to instil
The balm for grief—“It is the Heavenly will.”
And in that will our duty bids us rest,
For all that Heaven ordains is good, is best;