They dread to meet thee poor Unfortunate ! [hose crime it was on life's unfinished road

To feel the Istida me

baffettings of fate

And render back thy being ? heavy lood.

At once perhaps the social passions glowd In they devoted bosom workte hand_

That smote its hindred heart might yet be prome

To duds of Mercy - Who can understand.

Thy many

woes froor Suicide unknown __

He who thy being gave shall Farge of
Thee alone! _

Composed on the prospect of 2

Russian War in Feb 1801

I.

Ye Mariners of England!

That

guard.

our native seas,

1 years.

Whave flag has bravid a thousand,
The battle & the breege

Your glorious standard laurch.

To match another Joe....

Chorus And sweep thro the deep

And sweep thre the deep

k again

While the stormy tempests blow

While the battle rages
rages loud & long-

And the stormy tempests blow

For the seek it was their field of fames

And Ocean was their

ir grave

Withers Blake the beast of fourdon jell

Your Manly hearts shall glow.

No towers along the step

Her March is out the Mountain Waves

Her home is on the deep