Finally the anchor aweigh
canvas hauled, linen waved.
Far from my stoney damnation
in waves oceanic swept asunder.
For I, since departing
no destination know.
Oh course of life,
who charted woe?
On some rock still unseen
this bark violently will shatter.
Seaman, scrap disaster’s charts
Engineer, give me more steam.
My port of origin still in doubt,
why fate my sorrows only flout?
Or why in doldrums without end,
these pains my heart unstilled rend?