The charms attach’d to one so fondly loved;
Who with more health, the mistress of their cot,
Labours to soothe the evils of his lot.
To her, to her alone, his various fate,
At various times, ’tis comfort to relate;
And yet his sorrow - she too loves to hear
What wrings her bosom, and compels the tear.
First he related how he left the shore,
Alarm’d with fears that they should meet no more.
Then, ere the ship had reach’d her purposed course,