When young, our Merchant, though of sober fame,
Had a rude passion that he could not tame;
And, not to dwell upon the passion’s strife,
He had a Son, who never had a wife;
The father paid just what the law required,
Nor saw the infant, nor to see desired.
That infant, thriving on the parish fare,
Without a parent’s love, consent, or care,
Became a sailor, and sustain’d his part
So like a man, it touch’d his father’s heart.— 60