Excelsior!”

“Beware the Tempest’s awful blast!

’Twill sweep you out to sea at last!”

This was the Frenchman’s last good-night.

Cried some one, now far out of sight,

“Excelsior!”

Next morn some sailors out at sea

With nets were toiling wearily;

When loud resounded through the air

A cry that made them wondering stare,