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THE MOTHER'S BLESSING, ON HER SAILOR SON.
Son of my love, farewell! farewell!
On the wide watery plain
I yield thee to a life of toil,
And Him, who rules the main.
And by those pure and speechless joys
When cradled on my breast,
I met thy waking infant smile,
Or lull'd thy woes to rest,
