Shorten Sail

Love thy country, wish it well,

Not with too intense a care;

'Tis enough that, when it fell,

Thou its ruin didst not share.

Envy's censure, Flattery's praise,

With unmoved indifference view:

Learn to tread Life's dangerous maze

With unerring Virtue's clue.

Void of strong desire and fear,

Life's wide ocean trust no more;

Strive thy little bark to steer

With the tide, but near the shore.

Thus prepared, thy shorten'd sail

Shall, whene'er the winds increase,

Seizing each propitious gale,

Waft thee to the port of Peace.

Keep thy conscience from offence

And tempestuous passions free,

So, when thou art call'd from hence,

Easy shall thy passage be.