Calm and serene at length I sail
Upon Life's tender tide;
No longer tossed by wave and gale,
Onward I smoothly glide—
Yet tempest-stricken once was I
Upon the ocean deep;
Now to the Harbor straight I fly,
To meet my Pilot, who is nigh—
Content to sleep—to sleep.
Whilst thou art yet in thy senses, let the madness of another be a lesson to thee.