Are distant from the tale;
Suffice it that I suffered loss—
'Twas not a pleasant sail.
My rising thoughts unable to control,
I drowned my sorrows in the waves that roll;
The sickly waves a tribute would demand,
Nor gave me rest till I obeyed command.
With much delight I traversed o'er
The land of Pats and praties,
And mourned to note from what I saw