“Before I take her to the nuptial bed;
Day, godly flame, will fire the orient strand
Three months or more ere I shall reach the land,
Where, O, blest country—bounded by the sea,
I thank my God there is a home for me!”—
And as the wheel of age roll’d swiftly by
He penn’d th’ epistle which should intimate
The day he hoped t’arrive at Rollingate.
XI.
Obedient to the Hand which governs heav’n—