an?
o thou, great governor of all below!
if i may dare a lifted eye to thee,
thy nod make the tempest cease to blow,
or still the tumult of the raging sea:
with that trolling pow'r assist ev'n me,
those headlong furious passions to fine,
for all unfit i feel my pow'rs to be,
to rule their torrent in th' allowed line;
o, aid me with thy help, omnipotence divine!