The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged, arrows of light.
Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.
There goes the parson, O illustrious spark!
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.
On observing some Names of Little Note.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.