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TO MR. BARBAULD,
WITH A MAP OF THE LAND OF MATRIMONY[1].
The sailor worn by toil and wet with storms,
As in the wished-for port secure he rides,
With transport numbers o'er the dangers past
From threatning quicksands and from adverse tides.
Joyous he tells among his jocund mates
Of loud alarms that chased his broken sleep,
And blesses every kinder star that led
His favoured vessel though the raging deep.
- ↑ The Map published under this title was a jeu-d’esprit of Mrs, Barbauid's. Editor.