The sea was calm, the sky serene,
And gently blew the eastern gale,
When Anna, seated on a rock,
Watched the Pavinia’s lessening sail.
To Heaven she thus here prayer addressed:
Thou who canst save or canst destroy!
From each surrounding danger guard,
My much-loved little sailor boy.
When tempests over the ocean howl,
And even sailors shrink with dread,
Be some protecting angel near,
To hover over my William’s head:
He was beloved by all the plain;
His father’s pride, his mother’s joy;
Then safely to their arms restore,
Their much-loved little sailor boy.
May no rude foe his course impede,
Conduct him safely over the waves;
O! may he never be compelled,
To fight for power or mix with slaves;
May smiling peace his steps attend,
Each rising hour be crowned with joy,
As blest as that when I again,
Shall meet my much-loved little sailor boy.
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