The Sails unfurl'd

The sails unfurl'd, the ship unmoor'd, Her course to steer—all hands on board, Propitious ev'ry gale: Fair Sally on the beach deplores Her failor bound to distant shores, But nought her tears avail.

"Oh! cruel fate—ye Pow'rs above, "Why thus berest of him I love! "Who on the restless deep, "The boist'rous tide must ceaseless brave, "And meet, per chance, a wat'ry grave, While I but live to weep."

Twelve months elaps'd when he return'd, Her constant heart with rapture burn'd, 'Twas freed from ev'ry care; And Henry's love, his heart, his soul, Were true as heedle to the pole, When absent from his fair,

In wedded bliss they take delight, No winds disturb, nor storms affright The lovely Sally's breast; For now he makes a firm decree, No more to trust the raging sea— With her completely blest.