"Driven landward, on the shore we safely light Who in the skiff embarked; while of our band The rest in the split vessel sink outright;
Our goods sea-swallowed all. Upon the strand To Eternal Love, To Goodness Infinite, I offer up my thanks, with outstretched hand, That I was doomed not 'mid the watery roar To perish, nor behold Zerbino more.