When yet did a great ship on the great sea
Drop Pilot like to thee?
The "wakeful Palinurus" of old song
Drowsed at the last, and floods his corpse did whelm;
But thou hast ever been alert as strong,
Pilot who never slumbered at the helm.
Impetuous youth aspires to rear a realm,
And the State-bark to steer
In other fashion. Is it faith or fear
Fills the old Pilot's spirit as he moves