Sonnets, Songs, and Occasional Verses, Song

Ye cliffs! I to your airy steep Ascend with trembling hope and fear, To gaze on this extensive deep, And watch if WILLIAM's sails appear.

Long months elapse, while here I breathe Vain expectation's frequent prayer; Till bending o'er the waves beneath, I drop the tear of dumb despair.

But see a glistening sail in view! Tumultuous hopes arise: 'Tis he!—I feel the vision true, I trust my conscious eyes.

His promis'd signals from the mast My timid doubts destroy: What was your pain, ye terrors past, To this ecstatic joy!