She lay in the harbour with feveral fail,

But I drew her to fea by a promising gale;

The praises of mortals is drank as their grog,
And The Week's Preparation's the book of her log.

I have caufed the wind fo often to veer,
They are all at a loss to know how to fleer;
And a turbulent fea they fhall fuddenly find,
And then fhe muft fail in the eye of the wind.

I'll keep her at sea, till provisions are short,
And bring her to doubt of her gaining her port;
Her creeds and her merit fhall fink in the deep;
She'll throw out her cargo for faving the ship.

She'll find, in a form, that her rigging is vain, And her anchor no better when tofs'd on the main; She then will repent of her leaving the fleet,

And wifh that she never had loofed from Crete.

She'll truft in her judgment, and fummon her skill,
And weather the ftorm with an obftinate will;
In the anchor they'll truft while the veffel's afloat,
And while under Clauda they'll hope in the boat.

I'll

I'll puzzle the foundings, and baffle her helm,
With billow on billow her deck overwhelm.
On breakers and fhoals I will force her to fteer,
And deftruction in various forms fhall appear.

The wind fhall be ftormy, and thunders fhall roll,
And vifions of death fhall appear in her hold;
I'll tofs her aloft, and I'll fink her below,

Till I dafh her in fhivers from buttock to bow.

The fun, moon, and stars, fhall afford her no light;
I'll humble her pride in a perilous night;

With wave upon wave I will caufe her to reel,
And wreck her to purpose from spindle to keel.

She'll founder at laft, and then pity her hap;
When her anchor is caft then her cable shall snap;
She'll fue for my favour, but think it in vain,
Not knowing her Saviour can walk on the main.

She'll caft her sheet anchor, then all hope is loft,
For great is her tempeft, and dreadfully toft;
She's beginning to weep, and repent of her way,
A pumping the fhip, and a wishing for day.

The merciless waves they shall humble her pride, To Malta fhe'll go when the land is defcry'd; She'll then try her foundings, and fink in her fears, And think but of drowning, when no help appears.

She'll run in a creek, with her ftern to the waves;
The fhip fhall be wreck'd, but the crew fhall be fav'd;
Each hand fhall escape in a terrible shock,
On the ruins of wreck they shall swim to a rock.

She's a-ground, O behold her now filled with fears! She's freezing with cold, and she's drowned with tears; Her sticks fhall be gather'd, and fire fhall be made, No viper that bites her fhall make her afraid.

The boat Refignation fhall bring them on board, And each fhall be enter'd by faith in their Lord; They're found navigators, their judgment is clear, They fhall have their bounty; they hand, reef, and steer.

When they are on board, entertain them with wine; Receive them as meffmates; be tender and kind; Partake of their bounty, and fhew them the fhip; Let meffes be plenty, and cheer them with flip.

Inform

Inform them the reafon you enter'd at first;

Relate the best tidings, but none of the worst; Then fhew them her stores, and her metal, and force. Let all fee the compass, and fhew them her courfe.

Then bring forth their jackets, their trowfers, and fhoes, And cheer them with wine; entertain them with news; Speak of pay, and advance too, let nought be untold, And fhew them the stores that are ftow'd in the hold.

Alfo talk of the port to the which you are bound,
And tell them all's fafe, if three fathoms they found;
Speak much of your Captain, his word, and his pow'r,
Which are the kedge-anchor, the sheet, and the bow'r.'

Here ends his difcourfe with the failors on board; And with raptures of joy we applauded the Lord. Each failor was bid to attend to his call, And the fignal for failing was given withal.

All hands to the capftan-the anchor's a peek.
The Captain he fmil'd as he walk'd upon deck,
Delighted to fee us weigh anchor fo fast,

Some cry'd, She's a cock bill,' and others, Avast!'

Thus anchor was heav'd, and thus cable was coil'd.

At fuch expedition the Captain he fmil'd;

We ftood for the offing, and crowded all fail;
And a foutherly wind blew a heavenly gale.

Delightful the weather, and fweet was the breeze;
A following fea, and each failor was pleas'd.
We all stood amaz'd at the knots that she run,
When under full fail and the bonnets lac'd on.

We failed fome weeks in this profperous gale,
And never once thought it would vary or fail;
But all on a fudden we found it to veer,

Nor up to the wind could we bring her to bear,

Some were greatly diftreffed, and wifh'd for a calm,
While others contended for eafing the helm;

And fome of them fainting at reeving a rope,
While fome cried, No near,' and others, Bear up.'

We

got in a latitude dreadfully ftrange,

And found on a fudden the climate to change,
Some were fadly dejected, and fainted in mind,
While others fufpected we'd croffed the line.

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