( S3 )
When deep immerf 'd in fulph'rous fmoke,
He feels a glowing pleafure ; He loads his gun, or cracks his joke,
Elated beyond meafurc : Though fore and aft the blood-ftain'd deck
Should lifelefs trunks appear,- Or fliould the vefi'el. float a wreck,
The failor knows no fear.
Then oh ! protect. &c.
When long becalm'd on Southern brine.
Where icorching beams aflkil him ; When all the canvas hangs fupine,
And food and water fail him : Then oft he dreams of Britain's {bore,
Where plenty ftill is reigning ; They call the watch his rapture's o'er,
He ilghs but Icorns complaining.
Then oh! protect, &c
Or burning on that noxious coaft,
Where death fo oft befriends him ; Or pinch'd by hoary Greenland's froft,
True courage ftill attends him : No clime can this eradicate,
He glories in annoyance ; He fearlefs braves the ftorms or fate,
And bids grim death defiance.
Then oh ! protect, &c.
Why mould the man who knows no fear,
In peace be then neglected ? Behold him moving 'long the piers,
Pale, meagre, and dejected :
Behold
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