What pleasing Wonders charm the Sailor's sight,
When Calms the  to their Sports invite?
As jovial Swains in tuneful Measure tread,
And leave their rounding Pressures on the Mead;
So They in circling Dance, with wanton Ease
Pursue each other round the furrow'd Seas,
With rapid Force the curling Streams divide,
Add to the Waves, and drive the slow-pac'd Tide.
The Parent , with suspicious Care,
Of casual Harms, and guilty Floods beware,
Move cautious on behind, and guard the Rear.