up above t

    o the ocean:

    But in a minute sir

    it uneasy motion--

    Backwards and forwards h

    it uneasy motion.

    t go,

    She made a sudden bound:

    It ?ung to my head,

    And I fell into a swound.

    same ?t I lay,

    I  to declare;

    But ere my living life returnd,

    I heard and in my soul discernd

    the air,

    quot;Is it ; quot;Is the man?

    quot;By him who died on cross,

    quot;ith his cruel bow he layd full low

    quot;tross.

    quot;t wh by himself

    quot;In t and snow,

    quot; lovd the man

    quot; ;

    ter voice,

    As soft as honey-dew:

    Quoth penance done,

    And penance more will do.