Aboard, confest the father of his crew!
Brave, liberal, just! the calm domestic scene
Had o’er his temper breathed a gay serene:
Him Science taught by mystic lore to trace
The planets wheeling in eternal race!
To mark the ship in floating balance held,
By earth attracted, and by seas repell’d;
Or point her devious track through climes unknown,
That leads to every shore and every zone:
He saw the moon through Heaven’s blue concave glide,