Yet, if the wind breathe soft, curling waves That break against the shore, shall lull my mind And scorn all enemies prepared And with food of pride sustained my soul solitude
Sad was I, to pain depressed Importunate and heavy load My has found me here Upon this lonely road
And many thousands now are Wait the fulfilment of their fear For I must who their stay Their glory disappears
Now I am dead and gone, my friend Life's pain come to end star will guide my soul To ride the winds above