CCXII. A propitious gale longed for

1 At anchor laid, remove from home,
To thee I cry, sweet spirit come!
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swell my sails, and speed my way!

2 Fain would i mount, fain would I glos
And loose my cable from below:
But I can only spread my sail;
Thou, thou must breath th' auspicious gale!

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First Line: At anchor laid, remove from home
Title: A propitious gale longed for
Author: Toplady
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Topic: The Influences and Graces of the Spirit; Influences of the Spirit; Influences of the spirit: Compared to wind (2 more...)
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