WHATEVER Sailers on our Coast appear,
(Hopeful to find some Tidings of my Dear)
I fly to them, and ask 'em o'er and o'er,
If e'er they saw you on some foreign Shore?
Then to their Hands a Letter I impart,
To give it you, the Partner of my Heart;
If Chance, or Destiny should ever prove
So kind to lead them to my absent Love.