Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta/To Captain West, of the Steamer Atlantic

The gathering clouds around us lower, The tempest wildly raves, But fearlessly our noble ship The angry ocean braves, And buoyant as a sea-bird rides The crested mountain waves.

The gale, the storm, the night may come, No fear disturbs the breast; Our ship is strong,---our Captain brave,--- And we securely rest. Long life to him and all his Line! Health to the gallant West!

Pilgrims to many lands are we, And now our travel o'er         Once more beneath the Stars and Stripes We near our native shore; And since we parted from it last Who does not love it more?

Adieu, new friends and old, adieu! May every wandering breeze That meets you on the Voyage of Life Be far less rude than these That our good ship has met so well Upon the wintry seas.