"Safe shall she come to Brest again,
With Jean and Jacques, and Paul and Pierre;
And float to fight King George's men
Thanks to the goodly British gear.
"But woe to bold Endymion,
Never was darker plight for craft;
Laid-to—all save one anchor gone,
And those black fateful rocks abaft!
"Fresh-plucked from death the Frenchmen watched
A sailor's highest lesson shown;
They view by skill that Frigate snatched
From peril direr than their own.
"To beat to windward she must fly
Round to the starboard tack: but drives
Full on the rocks in staying: try
To wear her, the same fate arrives.
"One desperate shift remains! She brings
