The ocean is all troubled, deeply moved;
  And weary is my band, my company
  Of valiant-hearted men, afflicted sore.” 
  The Lord of men gave answer from the helm:—­
  “Our ship shall bear us back across the flood
  Unto the land, and there thy men can wait
  Upon the shore until thou come again.” 400
  Straightway those men gave answer unto him,
  Thanes much-enduring; they would not consent
  To leave alone upon the vessel’s prow
  Their master dear, and choose themselves the land. 
  “O whither shall we turn us, lordless men,
  Mourning in heart, forsaken quite by God,
  Wounded with sin, if we abandon thee? 
  We shall be odious in every land,
  Hated of every folk, when sons of men,
  Courageous warriors, in council sit 410
  And question which of them did best stand by
  His lord in battle, when the hand and shield,
  Worn out by broadswords on the battle-plain,
  Suffered sore danger in the sport of war.”

    Then spake the noble Lord, the faithful King;
  Straightway He lifted up His voice and said:—­
  “If, as thou sayst, thou art indeed a thane
  Of Him who sits enthroned in majesty,
  All-glorious King, expound His mysteries,
  How ’neath the sky He taught speech-uttering men. 420
  Long is this journey o’er the fallow flood;
  Comfort the hearts of thy disciples; great
  Is yet our way across the ocean-stream,
  And land is far to seek; the sea is stirred,
  The waves beat on the shore.  Yet easily
  Can God give aid to men who sail the deep.”

    Then Andrew wisely stablished by his words
  His followers, those heroes glorious:—­
  “Ye did consider when ye put to sea
  That ye would bear your life unto a folk 430
  Of foemen; ye would suffer death for love
  Of God, would give your life within the realm
  Of dark-skinned Ethiopians.  I know
  Myself that there is One who shieldeth us,
  The Maker of the angels, Lord of hosts. 
  Rebuked and bridled by the King of might,
  The Terror of the waters shall grow calm,
  The leaping sea.  So once in days of yore
  Within a bark upon the struggling waves
  We tried the waters, riding on the surge,
  And very fearful seemed the sad sea-roads. 440
  The ocean-floods beat fierce against the shores;
  Oft wave would answer wave; and whiles upstood
  From out the ocean’s bosom, o’er our ship,
  A Terror on the breast of our sea-boat. 
  There on that ocean-courser bode His time
  The glorious God, Creator of mankind,
  Almighty One.  The men were filled with fear,
  They sought protection, mercy from the Lord. 
  And when that company began to call,
  The King straightway arose, and stilled the waves, 450
  The seething of the waters—­He who gives
  Bliss to the angels; He rebuked the winds;