Drowning is not so pitiful

Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever To that abhorred abode, Where hope and he part company — For he is grasped of God. The Maker's cordial visage, However good to see, Is shunned, we must admit it, Like an adversity.