Classic Poem

Lady of the great sea — whose star governs the winds from either shore of the sea and shines to mariners when they stretch forth their sails — from your white house at Laurentum calm the Adriatic waves; let your winds give us safe voyaging lest Auster overwhelm us with his storms.
And when we come to the harbour of our country we will fulfil our vows to you with added gifts. Along the whole shore your altars shall be gladdened with praise and incense.