Upon the troubled ocean’s might?
Who hush the winds by His command?
Who guide us through this starless night?
For Thou art gone!—that cloud so bright,
That bears Thee from our love away,
Springs upwards through the dazzling light,
And leaves us here to weep and pray.
From the Spanish of Luis Ponce de Leon.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;