To hear his brave exploits, to nurse his age,
And cheer him in his evening’s pilgrimage.
How were I blest to guide him in the way
Where the religious poor in secret pray;
To be the humble means by which his heart
And liberal hand might peace and joy impart!
But now, farewell!”—and slowly, softly fell 920
The tender accents as she said “farewell!”
The Merchant stretch’d his hand, his leave to take,
And gave the Captain’s a familiar shake;