Deceitfully goes forth the morn;

Not seldom, evening in the west,

Sinks smilingly forsworn.

The smoothest seas will sometimes prove

To the confiding bark untrue;

And if she trust the stars above,

They can be treacherous too.

The umbrageous oak, in pomp outspread,

Full oft when storms the welkin rend,

Draws lightening down upon the head