A Corsair's Name - Arbiter

«O'er the glad waters of the dark-blue sea

Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free

Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam

Survey our empire, and behold our home!

These are our realms, no limits to their sway—

Our flag the scepter all who meet obey.

(all who meet obey)

Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest

And joy in every change

Oh, who can tell?

Not thou, luxurious slave!

Whose soul would sicken o’er the heaving wave;

Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!

Nor trace, nor tidings of his doom declare

Where lives his grief, or perish’d his despair!

Long mourn’d his band whom none could mourn beside;

And fair the monument they gave his bride:

For him they raise not the recording stone—

His death yet dubious, deeds too widely known.

(too widely known)

For him, they raise not, the recording stone

He left a corsair’s name to other times, Link’d with one virtue, and a thousand

Crimes.»

…Crimes