Bade on Joppa’s sandy shore
Seamen hoist the swelling sail;
Swift the bark to Europe bore
O’er the tide the fav’ring gale.
When the pilgrim, sorrow laden,
Sought the gates he lov’d so well;
From the portals of his maiden
Words of thunder[3] rang his knell:
“She ye seek has ta’en the veil,
To God alone her thoughts are given;