THE SEA-BEAT MARINER, whose watchful eye Full many a boist'rous night hath wak'd to weep; When the keen blast descending from the sky, Snatch'd his warm tear-drop from the rav'nous deep. Drench'd by the chilling rain, his dreary hour Creeps slowly onward to the dawn of day; Till burning PHOEBUS darting thro' the show'r, Warms with his golden beam the frothy spray: With lightning's swiftness he ascends the mast, And cries, "another tedious night is o'er;" He spreads the swelling sail, he sees at last His darling MISTRESS, and his NATIVE SHORE; The restless wand'rer then forgets past pain, Steals a fond kiss, and BRAVES HIS FATE AGAIN.