By fears and wishes in eternal strife;
At length he urged impatient - ‘Now consent;
With thee united, Fortune may relent.’
I paused, consenting; but a Friend arose,
Pleased a fair view, though distant, to disclose;
From the rough ocean we beheld a gleam
Of joy, as transient as the joys we dream;
By lying hopes deceived, my friend retired,
And sail’d - was wounded - reach’d us - and expired!
You shall behold his grave; and when I die,