And every comfort men at sea can know
Was hers to buy, to make, and to bestow?
For he to Greenland sail’d, and much she told
How he should guard against the climate’s cold;
Yet saw not danger; dangers he’d withstood,
Nor could she trace the fever in his blood:
His messmates smiled at flushings in his cheek,
And he too smiled, but seldom would he speak;
For now he found the danger, felt the pain,
With grievous symptoms he could not explain;