That day in his good ship, “The Foam,”
Shipmaster Clive was speeding home;
His heart was light, his eyes elate;
His voyage had been fortunate.
“If the wind holds,” said he, “to-night
We’ll anchor under Kingsport Light;—
I’ll change the fogs of Fundy wild
For Whitewaters and wife and child.”
He marked the drifting boat, and laughed,
“What clumsy lubber’s lost his craft?”