Since then, the waves are still. The tide Sets steadily and strongly out. The sea shines tranquil, far and wide, My mind is past the surf of doubt.
The pole-star of my purpose keeps The constant line that I should steer. At night my weary body sleeps, My brain works orderly and clear.
All things are altered since I set The steady goal before my face; All things are changed; and my regret Is advertising for a place!
“Companion for an invalide— The René-sort preferred—genteel And orthodox.” I wish it speed— The creature kept so well to heel!