For hard and painful is his lot,

Let dangers come he braves them all;
Valiant perhaps to be forgot,

Or undistinguish'd doom'd to fall:
Yet wrapt in conscious worth secure,
The world that now forgets his toil,
He views from a retreat obscure,

And quits it with a willing smile.
Then, trav❜ller, one kind drop bestow,
"Twere graceful pity, nobly brave;
Nought ever taught the heart to glow
Like the tear that bedews a soldier's grave.

SATURDAY NIGHT.

'Tis said we ventʼrous die-hards, when we leave the shore, Our friends should mourn, Lest we return

To bless their sight no more.

But this is all a notion

Bold Jack can't understand,

Some die upon the ocean,

And some upon the land.

Then since 'tis clear,

Howe'er we steer,

No man's life's under his command;

Let tempests howl,

And billows roll

And dangers press:

Of those in spite, there are some joys
Us jolly tars to bless,

For Saturday night still comes, my boys,

To drink to Poll and Bess.

One seaman hands the sails, another heaves the log,

The purser swops

Our pay for slops,

The landlord sells us grog:

Then each man to his station,

To keep life's ship in trim.
What argufies noration?

The rest is all a whim.
Cheerly, my hearts!

Then play your parts,

Boldly resolved to sink or swim ;
The mighty surge

May ruin urge,

And danger press :

Of these in spite, &c.

For all the world just like the ropes aboard a ship Each man's rigg'd out

A vessel stout,

To take for life a trip.

The shrouds, the stays, the braces,
Are joys, and hopes, and fears;
The halliards, sheets, and traces,
Still, as each passion veers,
And whim prevails,

Direct the sails,

As on the sea of life he steers.

Then let the storm

Heaven's face deform,

And dangers press:

Of these in spite, &c.