Hoarse o'er her side the rustling cable rings:

The sails are furled; and anchoring round she swings;

And gathering loiterers on the land discern

Her boat descending from the latticed stern. 100

'Tis manned—the oars keep concert to the strand,

Till grates her keel upon the shallow sand.[hm]

Hail to the welcome shout!—the friendly speech!

When hand grasps hand uniting on the beach;

The smile, the question, and the quick reply,

And the Heart's promise of festivity!