THE SAILOR'S SIGH FOR HOME

With steady ray the cold moonshine Is slumbering on the shoreless brine :

The peDdaDt, curling in the breeze, Sweeps onward thro' the foamy seas : —

Where*er I roam, Beloved girl ! my wandering mind Reverts an eye to times behind,

And thee at home !

When brooding tempests gather o'er The heaving sea, without a shore ; As night descends upon the deep.

And howl the giant winds, and sweep ;

With awful power I think how happy I could be, At home, or any where with thee,

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When storms are softeD'd to repose, Ând Océan *s breast no ripple knows :

Wheu,weeping o'erexpiring day, Shines in the south with holy ray,

Theevening-star; With ecstasy I gaze, and turn To long-departed days, and burn

For thee afar !

U Blow strong, blow steady, welcomebreezc And bear us through the weary seas, Until before our wistful eyes The azuré hills of Albyn rise —

My native grove In ail its summer-pride I see, The elm-o*ershadow*d cot, and thee,

Mylife! — My lovel