Far from my country, and beset
With griefs, how could I thee forget?
On Africa’s inhuman shore,
To the wreck’d seaman rough and drear,
Thy sacred name I o’er and o’er
Repeated, which the waves to hear
Back to the Spanish regions bore.
On the far Pole’s dark furious sea,
By the Batavian’s energy
Bridled, again thy name was heard: