Faithful Found Among The Faithless.

I See Thou Art Implacable, More Deaf To Pray'rs Than Winds And Seas. Yet Winds To Seas Are Reconcil'd At Length, And Sea To Shore: Thy Anger, Unappeasable, Still Rages Eternal Tempest Never To Be Calm'd.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

His Spear, To Equal Which The Tallest Pine Hewn On Norwegian Hills To Be The Mast Of Some Great Ammiral Were But A Wand, He Walk'd With To Support Uneasy Steps Over The Burning Marle.

Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath Made Supreme

Temper Justice With Mercy.