But, torn by Paynim hatred, Her sails in tatters hung; And on the wild waves, rudderless, A shattered hulk she swung. "God save us!" cried the captain, "For naught can man avail; Oh, woe betide the ship that lacks Her rudder and her sail! "Behind us are the Moormen; At sea we sink or strand There's death upon the water, There's death upon the land!" Then up spake John de Matha "God's errands never fail! Take thou the mantle which I wear, And make of it a sail." They raised the cross-wrought mantle, The blue, the white, the red; And straight before the wind off-shore The ship of Freedom sped. "God help us!" cried the seamen, "For vain is mortal skill The good ship on a stormy sea Is drifting at its will." Then up spake John de Matha "My mariners, never fear The Lord whose breath has filled her sail May well our vessel steer!" So on through storm and darkness They drove for weary hours; And lo! the third gray morning shone On Ostia's friendly towers. And on the walls the watchers The ship of mercy knew, They knew far off its holy cross, The red, the white, and blue. And the bells in all the steeples Rang out in glad accord, To welcome home to Christian soil The ransomed of the Lord. So runs the ancient legend By bard and painter told; And lo! the cycle rounds again, The new is as the old! With rudder foully broken, And sails by traitors torn, Our country on a midnight sea Is waiting for the morn. Before her, nameless terror; Behind, the pirate foe; The clouds are black above her, The sea is white below. The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong, She drifts in darkness and in storm, How long, O Lord I how long? But courage, O my mariners Ye shall not suffer wreck, While up to God the freedman's prayers Are rising from your deck. Is not your sail the banner Which God hath blest anew, The mantle that De Matha wore, The red, the white, the blue? Its hues are all of heaven, The red of sunset's dye, The whiteness of the moon-lit cloud, The blue of morning's sky. Wait cheerily, then, O mariners, For daylight and for land; The breath of God is in your sail, Your rudder is His hand. Sail on, sail on, deep-freighted With blessings and with hopes; The saints of old with shadowy hands Are pulling at your ropes. Behind ye holy martyrs Uplift the palm and crown; Before ye unborn ages send Their benedictions down. Take heart from John de Matha!-- God's errands never fail! Sweep on through storm and darkness, The thunder and the hail! Sail on! The morning cometh, The port ye yet shall win; And all the bells of God shall ring The good ship bravely in! 1865. LAUS DEO! On hearing the bells ring on the passage of the constitutional amendment abolishing slavery. The resolution was adopted by Congress, January 31, 1865. The ratification by the requisite number of states was announced December 18, 1865.