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 ! who the fury of the surge can brave,

And shatch the suff'rers from a watery grave ?

Thy sacred claims now, Pity, urge,

Now prompt to bold exploit the brave :

'Tis done—the Life-Boat cleaves the surge,

Intent the hapless crew to save ;

The wreck’s approach’d—on board are all receiv’d,

Rescued from danger, and from death repriev’d

Blow on, blow on, ye ruthless winds,

And idly rage, thou troubled main,—

Snatch’d from your power, the sailor finds

His much-lov'd friends and home again,

And blesses oft, with grateful heart, the name

Of him whose genius did the Life-Boat frame.

That name shall ever live renown’d,

Alike to Fame and Albion dear,

Whilst commerce spreads her sails around,

Whilst British tars the world revere ;

To latest ages still it shall descend,

Trac’d with the title of - The Sailor's Friend.