"All hands aloft to brave the ſtorm,
"I hear the wintry tempeſt roar;"
He rais'd his head to view the ſcene,
And backward fell, to riſe no more.
The morning ſun in ſplendour roſe.
The gale was huſh'd and ſtill'd the wave;
The Sea-boy, far from all his friends,
Was plung'd into a wat'ry grave.
But He, who guards the Sea-boy's head,
He, who can ſave or can deſtroy,
Snatch'd up to Heav'n the pureſt ſoul
That e'er adorn'd a SAILOR BOY.
Salem Gazette, Oct. 29, 1805.
EARLY RISING.
WIVES, awake! unveil your eyes;
Sluggards, no more yawning;
See the Delphick god arise,
Bright Apollo dawning.
Husbands, rouse at love's alarms,
Drowsy slumbers scorning;
Rovers, quit your favourite charms,
Up! behold, 'tis morning.
Virgins fair, have at your hearts;
Hymen's torch is flaming;
Cupid whets his pointed darts,
And look! the rogue is aiming.