Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore, See thy Leander striving in these waves, Poor soul forespent, whose force can do no more: Now send forth hopes, for now calm pity saves. And waft him to thee with those lovely eyes, A happy convoy to a holy land; Now show thy power and where thy virtue lies; To save thine own, stretch out the fairest hand. Stretch out the fairest hand a pledge of peace, That hand that darts so right and never misses; I'll not revenge old wrongs; my wrath shall cease; For that which gave me wounds, I'll give it kisses. Once let the ocean of my cares find shore, That thou be pleas'd, and I may sigh no more.