Amid their temple of the storms.
Once more I heard the Ocean’s shock
Against the castellated rock;
And saw, oh! gallant, blessed sight!
My barque along the heaving tide,
Like lover resting through the night
Upon the bosom of his bride.
The sail’s unfurl’d! How free! How brave!
On! on my vessel, o’er the wave!
The night-winds kiss thee, as in joy