How Did They Pass? Lyrics

How did they pass the dangerous rocks

Clashing with rude, tremendous shocks?

Who are these hapless youths, that dare to land

And touch this barbarous, stranger-hating strand?

For sweet is hope to man's fond breast

The hope of gain, insatiate guest

Piping amidst their tackling play

As their bark ploughs its watery way

Steering their rough course o'er this boisterous main

Where once th´ unhappy Phineus held his reign

For sweet is hope to man's fond breast

The hope of gain, insatiate guest