Where might be found the presence of divine

There found is calling burdensome to me.

What he would have beyond the pow’r of mine

Has driven far upon the pagan sea

This heart from love and tender conscious faith

Unto that fiery sermon of the deep,

Unto the very throat which right portrayeth

Mine own engorging habits where I sleep

Unknowing quite the storms which rage without

On me and on those of like fearsome plight

Unknowing or unwanting but to doubt

The worth of other man in heaven’s sight.

Now fall from God of earth and sea and land

On all who sin what mercy’s willed ‘forehand.