Leander Drowned

THO' Winds, and Seas oppose their utmost Spight,
Joyn'd with the Horrour of a dismal Night,
To keep his word the brave Leander strove,
Honour his Convoy, and his Pilot Love;
He long resists the envious Billows Rage,
Whose Malice would his generous Flame asswage;

At last, his weary Limbs o'ercome with Pain,
No longer could the mighty Force sustain;
Then Thoughts of losing Hero made him grieve,
Only for Hero could he wish to live.
With feeble Voice, a while to respite Fate,
He with his Foes would fain capitulate:

Whilst they against him still their Fury bend,
Nor these his dying Accents would attend.
Since to your greater Powers I must submit,
Ye Winds and Seas, at least, this Prayer admit;
That with my Faith I may to her comply,
And at return let me your Victim dy.