SC toe, with fails hos frift! haft reached the fines,
* Where tempefs sever beat sor billows roar,"
And thy lored confort of the dangerous tide
Oi rife, loag fince, has ancborat at thy fick.
Bet me, fearce hoping to attain that reft,
Always from port withheld, always diftreffed -
Me howling winds drive desious, tempeft toffed,
Sc.ls ript, eams opening vide, and compass loft,
And day by day fome current's thwarting force
Sets me more diftant from a profperous course.
But on the thought, that thou art safe, and he!
That thought is joy, arrive what may to me.
My boaft is not that I deduce my birth
From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth;
But higher far my proud pretenfions rise
The son of parents paffed into the skies.
And now, farewell-time unrevoked has run
His wonted course, yet what I wished is done.
By contemplation's help, not fought in vain,
I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again;
To have renewed the joys that once were mine,
Without the fin of violating thine;
And, while the wings of fancy still are free,
And I can view this mimic shew of thee,
Time has but half succeeded in his theft
Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.