When things go wrong as the sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the depths are high,
And you want to smile but you have to sigh, ...
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night
A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;
The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,
Forgetful of the fury of her gales;
To-morrow, mad with storms, the ocean roars,
And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours!