The oar indeed and dwelling, timber-wrought,
With sails of canvas, 'gainst the salt sea proof
Brought me with favouring gales,
By stormy wind unvexed;
Nor have I cause for murmur. Issues good
May He, the all-seeing Father, grant, that I, 130
Great seed of Mother dread,
In time may 'scape, still maiden undefiled,
My suitor's marriage-bed.