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TO ARDELIA.
As I pensively walk'd o'er the Steep
At whose Foot the broad Wave dashes hoarse,
And beheld the white Sails of the Deep
'Midst the Billows pursuing their Course;
At whose Foot the broad Wave dashes hoarse,
And beheld the white Sails of the Deep
'Midst the Billows pursuing their Course;
Ah! Wand'rers, I said with a sigh,
Far happier's the Vessel in Port,
Which dreads not like you the dark Sky,
Nor lives of each Tempest the Sport!
Far happier's the Vessel in Port,
Which dreads not like you the dark Sky,
Nor lives of each Tempest the Sport!
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To new Worlds, and new Climates go steer,
Still rove like the Heart unconfin'd;
You have Rocks, and have Quicksands to fear,
And your Hopes are all built on the Wind!—
Still rove like the Heart unconfin'd;
You have Rocks, and have Quicksands to fear,
And your Hopes are all built on the Wind!—
By my Stars at last guided to Peace,
I trust to the Ocean no more;
'Tis Time that Life's Tumult should cease:
My Bark is moor'd close to the Shore.
I trust to the Ocean no more;
'Tis Time that Life's Tumult should cease:
My Bark is moor'd close to the Shore.
With thy Sunshine, Ardelia, while blest
No Storms can my Steadiness move;
Your Bosom's my Harbour of Rest,
And the Anchor that holds me, your Love.
No Storms can my Steadiness move;
Your Bosom's my Harbour of Rest,
And the Anchor that holds me, your Love.
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