DEVOT'ION A?., Or it might seem, as if m! boat O'er raging seas had past, Pad calmly were allow'd to tioat. To some bright isle at last, There to refit her shatter'd sail, Ere yet again she tempt the gale. The world's tempestuous ocean dark Around still foams and swells, But thou art as the happy ark Where �safety dwells; And Peace,. who skims that trouble d sea, Returns her olive-branch to thee. FareTell, thou dark and stor?ny world; Farewell, thy grief and fear; The port is won, the sails are furl'd, Ye cannot touc? me here *. But welcome, peace and rapture, now, Pad, O my S?viou?, welcome ?hou'! 28?