The ingenious Mr. Enos Briggs, from the North River, was the maſter-builder of the new ſhip Grand Turk.
A CARD.
Mr. E.H. DERBY requests his fellow-townsmen and others, to accept his sincere thanks for their ready and unwearied exertions to enable him to complete the launching of his Ship. May 21.
Mr. Cushing,
The following lines were addreſſed to the Ship Grand Turk, while launching. They are at your ſervice.
Your's, Z.
The swelling waves roll joyfully along,
To greet thee, welcome to the azure main;
The gaping multitude in anxious throng,
Their ardent—vacant—tumult—scarce restrain.
Slow o'er the lubrick ways—immense—you move,
High o'er the stern your flowing honours stand,
In distant climes, on unknown seas to prove
The matchless glory of your native land.
For thee—the lofty Cedar nods alone,
The sturdy Oak its honours lopp'd deplores,
The forest mourns its tallest beauties gone
To waft Columbian treasure—to the Indian shores.
Doom'd to resist the rage of warring waves,
Whilst rushing winds impel your foaming way:
The firm built sides their utmost fury brave.
The tempest mock—and in the whirlwind play.