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At midnight once the storming Army came.
Some mighty gulph of separation past,
And oft I thought (my fancy was so strong)
"That I at last a resting-place had found $
"Here will I dwell," said I, "my whole life-long,
Roaming the illimitable waters round:
Here will I live :—of every friend disown'd,
Here will I roam about the ocean flood."—
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pin'd, and wanted food.
By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desert rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
I lay where, with his drowsy Mates, the Cock
From the cross timber of an out-house hung;
Dismally tolled, that night, the city clock!
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.
So pass'd another day, and so the third;
Recovery came with food: but still, my brain
These things just served to stir the torpid sense,
My heart is touched to think that men like these,
They with their pannier'd Asses semblance made
Of Potters wandering on from door to door:
But life of happier sort to me pourtray'd,
And other joys my fancy to allure;
The bag-pipe dinning on the midnight moor
In barn uplighted, and Companions boon
Well met from far with revelry secure,
Among the forest glades, when jocund June
Rolled fast along the sky his warm and genial moon.
But ill they suited me; those journeys dark