The sun went down, they look’d from side to side,
Nor aught except the gathering sea descried;
Dark and more dark, more wet, more cold it grew,
And the most lively bade to hope adieu:
Children by love then lifted from the seas,
Felt not the waters at the parent’s knees,
But wept aloud; the wind increased the sound,
And the cold billows as they broke around.
“Once more, yet once again, with all our strength,
Cry to the land - we may be heard at length.”