To whom in vain sad Merit pleads her cause;
This strews with roses Life’s perplexing road,
And leads the way to Pleasure’s soft abode;
This spreads with slaughtered heaps the bloody plain,
And pours adventurous thousands o’er the main.
II. The stately ship, with all her daring band,
To skilful Albert owned the chief command:
Though trained in boisterous elements, his mind
Was yet by soft humanity refined;
Each joy of wedded love, at home, he knew,