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The Vessel Coming In.
Borne on the mighty billows of the tide,
From distant lands the sons of ocean come,
Spreading their amplest sails, they quickly glide
Over the deep, impatient for their home.
From distant lands the sons of ocean come,
Spreading their amplest sails, they quickly glide
Over the deep, impatient for their home.
See! on the pier, a mother takes her stand,
With varied countenance of fear and joy,
She in her arms, exulting, clasps her boy,
Long ere he springs on his dear native land.
With varied countenance of fear and joy,
She in her arms, exulting, clasps her boy,
Long ere he springs on his dear native land.
The wife, the tender partner of her care
Expects,—and eager eyes the distant sail;
The prattlers point, and say, "My father's there
And all the infant group his coming hail.
Expects,—and eager eyes the distant sail;
The prattlers point, and say, "My father's there
And all the infant group his coming hail.
Dear is the hope—that on a fairer shore,
I too shall meet my friends—and part no more.
I too shall meet my friends—and part no more.
Outward Bound.
Here musing on the busy quay,
Watching the seamen bound for sea,
A scene, how like to life, we view,
A meeting, and a parting too,
A short while here, and then adieu.
Far, far away to sea.
Watching the seamen bound for sea,
A scene, how like to life, we view,
A meeting, and a parting too,
A short while here, and then adieu.
Far, far away to sea.
The ship now leaves the harbour side,
For she must on her mission glide,
Anti as they gently pass the pier
The sailors give a farewell cheer,
The women drop a parting tear,
And on the brave bark rides.
For she must on her mission glide,
Anti as they gently pass the pier
The sailors give a farewell cheer,
The women drop a parting tear,
And on the brave bark rides.
Now ploughing through the deep with speed,
She prances like some noble steed,
And gaily bounding o'er the bay,
She bravely steers her briny way,
And dashes through the sparkling spray,
As if from bondage freed.
She prances like some noble steed,
And gaily bounding o'er the bay,
She bravely steers her briny way,
And dashes through the sparkling spray,
As if from bondage freed.
Now far out on the ocean wide
She onward steers—may heaven guide—
She onward steers—may heaven guide—