O’er the ocean’s rugged bed;
As a ruthless conqueror he
Sends his storms from sea to sea;
Pity ne’er hath seized his breast,
Sighs do ne’er disturb his rest—
Shrieks that boom along the wave,
And mark the seaman’s wat’ry grave,
Fail to touch his icy soul,
Fail to stop the billow’s roll.
When enthroned as ocean’s king,