66.
’Twas night—a stormy, tempestuous night,
All wakeful and anxious the crew,
As they watched my first in its wild, mad flight,
While over the waves it flew.
And now, in the midst of these wild alarms,
My second is dashed on the shore,
Till Ocean opens her treacherous arms,
And gathers it home once more.
Let us turn from these dreary scenes away,