My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to
approach the place of danger.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

It is a sheep of Beery, it is marked on the nose (applyed to
those that have a blow).

It is a sheep of Beery, it is marked on the nose (applyed to
those that have a blow).

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

And sanguine hope through every storm of life,
Shoots her bright beams, and calms the internal strife.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Or will you think, my friend, your bus'ness done
When, of a hundred thorns, you pull out one.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

Conscience, the executioner, shaking her secret scourge.

The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion
the snare laid for her, and the fish read more

The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion
the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.

Thursday come, and the week's gone.

Thursday come, and the week's gone.