That late dismay’d her faithless faith forbore;
And wins again her love lost in the lore
Of schools and script of many a learned book:
For thou what ruthless death untimely took
Shalt now in better brotherhood restore,
And save my batter’d ship that far from shore
High on the dismal deep in tempest shook.
So in despite of sorrow lately learn’d
I still hold true to truth since thou art true,
Nor wail the woe which thou to joy hast turn’d: