English poem
In THOMAS and SALLY
by Anonymous
Auspicious spirits guard my love, In time of danger near him bide; With out-spread wings around him move, And turn each random ball aside. And you his foes, though hearts of steel, Oh! may you then with one accord, A sympathetic passion feel, Behold his face and drop the sword.
Ye winds, your blustring fury leave, Like airs that o'er the garden sweep: Breathe soft in sighs, and gently heave The calm, smooth bosom of the deep. Till Halcyon peace return'd once more From blasts secure, and hostile harms; My Sailor views his native shore, And harbours safe in these fond arms.