VERSES Wrote near the Conclusion of a very tedious Voyage

Hail to the near approach at last, Of that long look'd for day! When hope enjoy'd, and dangers past, Shall former cares repay.

The happy hour is now at hand, When we shall wish no more, But with exulting pleasure stand Firm on our native shore.

Let ocean swell his angry wave; Let winter blasts arise; Their fury we no more will brave, Nor trust uncertain skies.

But in secure and calm delight Our peaceful hours employ; And crown revolving day and night, With ev'ry social joy.

Thus the good man with tranquil mind At close of life's career, Goes chearful on, in hopes to find A happy harbour near.

Nor would he tempt those storms again, Which shook his virtuous breast; But, well rememb'ring former pain, Contented to sinks to rest.