Small marinere;
For though the tides with restless motion
Bear thee to the desert ocean,
Far as the ocean stretches to the sea,
'Tis all thy own, 'tis all thy empery.
"Lame is Art, and her endeavour
Follows Nature's course but slowly,
Guessing, toiling, seeking, ever,
Still improving, perfect never.
Little Nautilus, thou showest