the river the raft and the rowman

earth is but a basin of a straneous stream
life is a raft of an unfatomable dream
then i this rover,upon a landscape vast
shall never respite to greatness nor ever rest

the boat sinketh not upon merciless turbulence
but can the centre hold in such deep violence?
man knoweth not,and never shall comprehend
the forces of seismic attached to ones end

they say the river has a watery god
that rests the waves like grains in a pod
they say the waters have a silent motion
that heed to nothing else than their own notion

it can turn and toss and twirl at will
but still doth never surpass a man with a greater zeal
when capsized and left either to swim or sink
has not one moment to saddle or sink