In the wind and the warfare he seemed to rejoice.—
Farewell to McGladstone, the Chief of our choice!
Blow bland on his parting, thou sweet southland gale!
Like the sighs of his sailors breathe soft on his sail;
Be prolong'd as regret that his vassals must know,
Be fair as their faith, and sincere as their woe:
Be so soft, and so fair, and so friendly of voice,
Wafting homeward McGladstone, the Chief of our choice!
He was pilot experienced, and trusty, and wise,
To measure the seas, and to study the skies;