he dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"but oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep. is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self. delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of senators and judges. delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the lord his god, and is only a patriot to heaven. delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure keel of the ages. and eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—o father!—chiefly known to me by thy rod—mortal or immortal, here i die. i have striven to be thine, more than to be this world’s, or mine own. yet this is nothing: i leave eternity to thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his god?"