He started, grasped my hand, while swift a tear,
Pursued by others, bounded off his cheek;
His swelling heart appeared too full to speak.
But soon recov'ring from the first surprise,
To calm my grief he unavailing tries;
(For age and youth behold with diff'ring eyes,
And one as well a vessel might advise
Straight on unmoved its chart-drawn course to keep,
When fiercely battling with the raging deep,
As tell a youthful heart, by anguish torn,