Classic Poem

Lo ! here the lovely portrait's seen,
But, Ah! what oceans roll between;
What tracks of land, and deserts wild,
Divide me from my darling child!
Carnage, and death triumphant reign,
Storms rise, and thunders roar in vain,
Nor rocks, nor racks, nor wars deter
The daring bold adventurer;
Disdaining affluence, peace, and ease,
He braves the horrors of the seas.

Thou, whose omniscient eye pervades
Celestial heights, and darkest shades,
Surveys at once each point of land,
And holds the ocean in thy hand,
Preserve this brave, advent'rous youth,
And lead him to the paths of truth;
StilLo'er his ev'ry thought preside,
And bid his soul in thee conside,
Preserve him, till each danger's o'er,
And land him on his native shore;
Then our exulting heart shall raise
A song of gratitude and praise.