Upon life's tempest-troubled seas afloat,
We strike worse rocks than shipwrecked sailors know;
Wich Chance the pilot of our storm-tossed boat,
Upon a doubtful dangerous voyage we go;
Though some fair weather, and some foul have found,
We all meet in one haven underground.
translated by Jane Minot Sedgwick
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