94 FOURTEENTH TO THE 



" But here, again, at fault we are, 



Success attends our skill, 

 And fish in scores come wide and far, 

 Our fishing creel to fill. 



" In life's career the same we see, 

 When hope flags in the rear, 

 And dark 's the shade of destiny 

 When our success is near. 



" A moral, too, your line may point, 



When tangl'd is the hair, 

 Let patience with her oil anoint, 

 'Twill save you from despair. 



" The same in life when ills assail, 



Perplex' d with mischiefs rank, 



Patience and skill will seldom fail 



To unloose the knotted hank." 



VENETIAN FISHERMAN'S SONG. 



Now the silver moon arising 

 Flings around her light serene, 



While upon her tranquil bosom 

 Sleeps in silence Ocean's queen. 



O sacra pia virgine, 

 Ora pro nobis ! 



O omnes sacri angeli, 

 Orate pro nobis. 



Hark ! along the current gliding 

 Fishers chaunt their vesper song ; 



While the evening's tranquil zephyr 

 Bears the swelling notes along. 



O sacra pia, &c. 



