And hark! what miu?ed murmurs swell the gale, Iu each he hems the welcome of a friend. ?Tis she, 't[s she herse?t ?. she waves her hand! Soon is the anchor east, the canvass furl'd; Soon through the whitentrig surge he springs to land, And clasps the'maid he singled from the world. THE SAILOR AND SOLDIER. T?x sailor he fea?s not the roar of the seas, But with courage all danger surmounts; O'er his biscuit and can he reposes-at ease, And with pleasure each action recounts. Contented, the soldier, in dreadful campaign, Feels bless'd, 'midst the thunder of war; Nor ?nvies the sailor, who ploughs the deep main, Any prize--but the gain of a scar. In Liberty's cause, tuffy the battles they've fought, With freedom and peace be repaid; In the terrors of war may the honors they've sought Gain them laurels that never may fade. JOE.THE .MARINE. 'Poor See the marine, was at Portsrnoutb? well known, No lad in the corps dress'd so smart; The lasses ne'er !ook'd on the youth with a frown, His manliness won every heart. Sweet Polly, of Portsea, he took for his bride, And surely there never was seen A couple so gay march to church side by side, As Polly and Joe the marine. '?'he bright torch of Hymen was scarcel? in When thundering drums they heard .rattle,
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