William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Arnolds DeparturePhilip Freneau (17521832)
W
The ill-fated barque that worthless Arnold bears,—
God of the southern winds, call up the gales,
And whistle in rude fury round his ears.
And may the east wind on a leeward shore
Her cables part, while she in tumult rides,
And shatter into shivers every oar.
With such a rage, as when from mountains high
He rends the tall oak with his weighty blast,
And ruin spreads where’er his forces fly.
No moon, attendant, dart one glimmering ray,
Nor may she ride on oceans more serene
Than Greece, triumphant, found, that stormy day
On vanquish’d Ilium, then in ashes laid,
But turn’d it on the barque that Ajax bore,
Avenging thus her temple, and the maid.
Your groaning ship the southern gales shall tear,
How will your sailors sweat, and you complain,
And meanly howl to Jove, that will not hear!
A prey to hungry cormorants you lie,
A wanton goat to every stormy power,
And a fat lamb, in sacrifice, shall die.