"Talbot repeated:
- Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves,
Through the dear might...
- Turn over, Stephen said quietly. I don't see anything.
- What, sir? Talbot asked simply, bending forward.
His hand turned the page over. He leaned back and went on again, having just remembered. Of him that walked the waves. Here also over these craven hearts his shadow lies and on the scoffer's heart and lips and on mine." (U2.77)

From Milton's 'Lycidas', lines 172ff:
'So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves
Where other groves, and other streams along,
With Nectar pure his oozy Lock's he laves,
And hears the unexpressive nuptiall Song,
In the blest Kingdoms meek of joy and love."