LANDING.
When first I gain’d the Atlantic shore,
And bade farewell to ocean’s roar,
What gracious power my bosom eased,
My senses soothed, my fancy pleased,
And bade me feel, in whispers bland,
No Stranger in a Stranger-land?
’T was not at length my goal to reach,
And tread Jamaica’s burning beach:
’T was not from Neptune’s chains discharged,