Rondo.

Bon Voyage.

Our modest craft upon the wave
We blithely launch 'mid omens brave,
With cheering friends and watchers kind,
In trust that she fair paths may find,
Nor meet the storms that wildly rave.

Untried the ocean we explore—
No earlier vessel left the shore
From which we steer with dauntless mind
Our modest craft.

So, gentles, of your grace we crave,
While doubtful seas her timbers lave—
While breezes play, or tempests roar,
That you will think of us,—and more,
Will ask the Sea-God that he save
Our modest craft.