The naked Stranger rose, and wrung his hair,

And that first moment passed in silent prayer.

Alas! the sound—he sunk into Despair—

He was on Earth—but what was Earth to him,

Houseless and homeless—bare both breast and limb?

Cut off from all but Memory he curst

His fate—his folly—but himself the worst.

What was his hope? he looked upon the Wave—

Despite—of all—it still may be his Grave!