When boist’rous winds and stormy billows roar,
Disturb the deep, and rend the rocky shore,
The foaming seas in swelling mountains rise,
Forsake their caverns, and attempt the skies:
Ere long succeeds the placid calm serene,
And stops the progress of the frightful scene:
The rolling waves in gentle currents glide,
And softly murmur down the ebbing tide.