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Wrote near the Conclusion of a very tedious Voyage.
Hail to the near approach at last,
Of that long look'd for day!
When hope enjoy'd, and dangers past,
Shall former cares repay.
Of that long look'd for day!
When hope enjoy'd, and dangers past,
Shall former cares repay.
The happy hour is now at hand,
When we shall wish no more,
But with exulting pleasure stand
Firm on our native shore.
When we shall wish no more,
But with exulting pleasure stand
Firm on our native shore.
Let ocean swell his angry wave;
Let winter blasts arise;
Their fury we no more will brave,
Nor trust uncertain skies.
Let winter blasts arise;
Their fury we no more will brave,
Nor trust uncertain skies.
But in secure and calm delight
Our peaceful hours employ;
And crown revolving day and night,
With ev'ry social joy.
Our peaceful hours employ;
And crown revolving day and night,
With ev'ry social joy.
Thus the good man with tranquil mind
At close of life's career,
Goes chearful on, in hopes to find
A happy harbour near.
At close of life's career,
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A happy harbour near.
Nor would he tempt those storms again,
Which shook his virtuous breast;
But, well rememb'ring former pain,
Contented to sinks to rest.
Which shook his virtuous breast;
But, well rememb'ring former pain,
Contented to sinks to rest.
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