We justly each extreme may fear:
’Tis lost when we too distant prove,
And when we rashly press too near. 20
STORM AND CALM.
(From the Album of the Duchess of Rutland.)
At sea when threatening tempests rise,
When angry winds the waves deform,
The seaman lifts to Heaven his eyes,
And deprecates the dreaded storm:
“Ye furious powers, no more contend;