Go forth, my little bark, again, and risk 



Once more thy fragile form upon the world's 



Unsteady surge. Rude gales and currents may 



Be found to meet thee on thy way, and check 



Thy progress to a ready mart : yet steer, 



If haply thou canst, thy course light is 



Thy freight, nor rare ; and few I deem'd would prize 



Such merchandise as thine, nor willing aid 



Thee foundering in the wave ; but thou hast sail'd 



In tranquil seas warm, sunny gleams have cheer'd 



Thee on ; and friends kind friends ! were seen, 



Who slighted not thy ware, all rustic as 



It was. Yet bear thee steady on thy course ; 



And cha'nce some wandering trafficker may come 



To seek a sample of thy stores, and find 



The lading to its invoice true. 



