While a religious hope its balm applies
For all his fate inflicts and all his state denies.
Much would it please you, sometimes to explore
The peaceful dwellings of our borough poor;
To view a sailor just return'd from sea;
His wife beside; a child on either knee,
And others crowding near, that none may lose
The smallest portion of the welcome news:
What dangers pass'd, "when seas ran mountains high,
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