With hope to sail the master of a hoy;
Him, after many a stormy day, he found
With his great wish, his life’s whole purpose, crown’d.
This hoy’s proud captain look’d in Allen’s face, -
“Yours is, my friend,” said he, “a woeful case;
We cannot all succeed: I now command
The Betsy sloop, and am not much at land:
But when we meet, you shall your story tell
Of foreign parts - I bid you now farewell!”
Allen so long had left his native shore,