“How sweet to stand, when tempests tear the main,

On the firm cliff, and mark the seaman’s toil!

Not that another’s danger soothes the soul,

But from such toil how sweet to feel secure!

How sweet, at distance from the strife, to view

Contending hosts, and hear the clash of war!

But sweeter far on Wisdom’s heights serene,

Upheld by Truth, to fix our firm abode;