Yes; it was firm, for with his blood he made the compact sure,
And, on the Rock of Peter’s faith, the church will rest secure.
The waters of that hallowed lake still wash that honored shore
Still o’er its waves the setting sun does his bright radiance pour,
But on its dark blue surface glides no solitary bark,
And o’er that once fair land, a cloud hangs heavily and dark.
Heaven has received again to bless that pure and blessed One,
His chosen martyred followers, too, victory o’er Death have won,
But memory hangs, with cherished love, round scenes his presence blest,
And dwells with fond affection on the soil his footsteps pressed.”