His CAPTORS. 243 



The Poet to the Mariner. Good Angels lead Thee ! 



ing whalemen, as heard in the stirring Mari- 

 ner's Hymn by Mrs. Southey : 



Launch thy bark, mariner ! 



Christian, GOD speed thee ! 

 Let loose the rudder bands 



Good angels lead thee ! 

 Set thy sails warily, 



Tempests will come ; 

 Steer thy course steadily, 



Christian, steer home ! 



Slacken not sail yet 



At inlet or island ; 

 Straight for the beacon steer, 



Straight for the highland : 

 Crowd all the canvass on, 



Cut through the foam 

 Christian ! cast anchor now 



Heaven is thy home ! 







