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'Whether weary, with toiling in vain,
Or gay, from abundant success,
1 heard the same blessing again,—
I met the same tender caress:
Or gay, from abundant success,
1 heard the same blessing again,—
I met the same tender caress:
'I fancied the perils repay'd,
That could such affection ensure;
By fondness and gratitude sway'd,
I was eager to dare and endure.
That could such affection ensure;
By fondness and gratitude sway'd,
I was eager to dare and endure.
'My cot did each comfort contain,
And that gave my bosom delight;
When drench'd by the winterly rain,
I watch'd in my vessel at night.
And that gave my bosom delight;
When drench'd by the winterly rain,
I watch'd in my vessel at night.
'But, alas! from the tyrant, Disease,
What love or what caution can save!
A fever, more harsh than the seas,
Consign'd my poor wife to the grave.
What love or what caution can save!
A fever, more harsh than the seas,
Consign'd my poor wife to the grave.
