Occasioned by the Loss of the Aurora , with the I NDIAN S UPERVISORS .

Are there, who, lost to all their country's charms,
To friends, companions, and their native home,
Who burst, unfeeling, from a parent's arms,
And, mad for gold, in foreign regions roam?

Mean is their aim, if gold alone allures;
If glory fires not, nor their country's love:
On such the I NDIAN nightly curses pours,
And calls red vengeance from the courts above.

Alas! how many, lost to honest fame,
On G UINEA 's coast have courted black disgrace;
Have render'd infamous a B RITON 's name,
By lording lawless o'er a feeble race.

How many, ev'n on I NDIA 's furthest shore,
Have robb'd the helpless native of his own!
Unlike to those Aurora idly bore
To honest industry and fair renown!

Each breast beat faithful in its country's cause,
Each heart was warm with love of human kind;
Keen to establish equirable laws,
They chode the failing breeze and lagging wind.

Not always in the bark where virtue sails,
Does smooth-brow'd safety at the helm preside;
Not always is she fann'd with prosp'rous gales,
Since death's dark waves oft dash against her side.

Since oft on rocks, to charts and maps unknown,
The hapless vessel suffers sudden wreck;
Nor is it virtue that can save alone,
When all around the wat'ry pillars break.

Were virtue pow'rful o'er the stormy deep,
Aurora on it's bosom ne'er had lain;
Nor mothers taught their infant babes to weep
For fathers tossing on the wat'ry main.