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THE ECHO DUET.
New hope and fear my bosom rending,
Alternate bid each other cease,
Soon shall death, thy terrors ending,
Calm each transient thought to peace,
Hark! a murmuring sound repeating,
Every stifled sigh I hear!
What can set this bosom beating,
Alas! ’tis mingled hope and fear!
Now they cease, this way retiring,
And all is awful silence round,
Ah, sure those notes, dear maid, were thine,
Th’ echoing sounds alone were mine.
'Tis her voice that meets my ear,
Say where art thou, whose voice I hear,
Oh, quickly speak, no longer roam,
To give thee liberty I come.
Soft, love, ’tis I; relief is near,
Where art thou now? I’m here.
This way advance, and you are free,
This way to light and liberty.
SAILOR BOY.
In slumber of midnight the sailor boy lay,
His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind,
