Men sink yet living, and for e’er
Closes o’er them their sepulchre,
The insatiable tide.
Save him, Minerva! who around
From East to West, the earth’s wide bound,
Was happier once thy care!
Urania, this thy votary save!
O, Love! how many fond hearts crave
That one’s last sigh to share!
Some to their much-loved country swim,