Xviii

Fierce the flood, and wild the danger; Yet the noble desert-ranger Flinches not, nor flags, before He hath brought them safe ashore.

Lives there man, who would have striven, Reckless thus of storm and sword; Leaped into the gulf, and given Heart and soul, to please his Lord?

With caresses they have plied him, Hand in hand they kneel beside him, While their mutual vows they plight To the God of life and light