But what’s the air, or all the sweets that she
Can bless my soul withal, compar’d to thee?
I love the sea; she is my fellow-creature—
My careful purveyor; she provides me store;
She walls me round; she makes my diet greater;
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore.
But, Lord of oceans, when compar’d with thee,
What is the ocean, or her wealth to me?
To heaven’s high city I direct my journey,
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye;