Freshwater
Joseph Robins, Jany. 21, 1811.
The blustering Winds and raging sea
Have tossed me to and fro
Tho’ some have found their watery Grave,
I am Anchored here below;
Thus, at an Anchor safe I lie,
With the surrounding Fleet,
And hope one day we shall set sail,
Our Saviour Christ to meet;
My change I hope is for the best,—
To live with Christ and be at rest.