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AVED from the perils of the stormy wave, And faint with toil, the wanderer of the main, But just escaped from shipwreck's billowy grave, Trembles to hear its horrors named again.

How warm his vow, that Ocean's fairest mien No more shall lure him from the smiles of home! Yet soon, forgetting each terrific scene, Once more he turns, o'er boundless deeps to roam.

Lady! thus I, who vainly oft in flight Seek refuge from the dangers of thy sight, Make the firm vow, to shun thee and be free: But my fond heart, devoted to its chain, Still draws me back where countless perils reign, And grief and ruin spread their snares for me.