For keeping course although so hardly prest;
Who veers with veering shock, now east, now west,
And strains his foothold still, and still makes play,
Of bending beams until the sacred light
Shows him high lands and heralds up the day.
But now such busy work of battle past,
I am like one whose barque at bar at last
Comes hardly heeling down the adventurous breeze,
And entering calmer seas,
I am like one that brings his merchandise