ON
A
YOUNG
GENTLEMAN's
RETURN
FROM
JAMAICA
Ye
winds
,
ye
waves
,
ye
stormy
seas
,
To
whom
such
force
is
giv'n
,
Ah
!
gently
,
gently
,
waft
on
shore
The
noblest
work
of
Heav'n
.
He
comes
!
the
lovely
youthful
bard
,
To
grace
his
native
isle
,
To
bless
a
mother's
longing
eyes
,
To
make
his
Delia
smile
.
Come
then
,
ye
maids
,
a
garland
weave
To
crown
his
beauteous
brow
;
To
Delia
we'll
the
garland
give
,
To
her
he
gave
his
vow
.