TO NEPTUNE, IN BEHALF OF S. C. G.

O Neptune, in thy vast survey Of all the ships that sail, Watch lovingly the well-known way Of one we wait to hail. The Cephalonia is her name— But why need I tell more? Thou knowest indeed the well earned fame She bears from shore to shore. But since among her company's band Is one who's life to me, O Neptune, bear her in thy hand E'en yet more tenderly, O'er gentle waves, 'neath fair blue sky, 'Midst winds that only blow To make the time more swiftly fly For hearts that hunger so.