'Tis now so long ago,
I look no more to see my ships come home;
But in that fleet sailed all 'twas dear to me.
Ships never bore such precious freight as these,
Please God, to any woe.
His world is wide, and they may ride the foam,
Secure from danger, in some unknown seas.
But they have left me bankrupt on life's 'change;
And daily I bestow
Regretful tears upon the blank account,