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And brightly forth, beneath the sun,
 (Whilst white-foam wreathed around
Her graceful prow,) she glided, like
 A bride with chaplets crowned.

And the waves will kiss her daily,
 Wooing with the breath of morn,
And they'll aid her, whilst they greet her,
 As on her course she's borne.

How gracefully her white sails drooped,
 Ere freshly blew the breeze;
How proudly, when her canvass filled.
 She rode upon the seas.

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The sun looks out from the blue sky,
 A glorious winter's sun,
The white cliffs in the distance rise,
 The hoped-for land is won.

Now gladly launch thy swiftest boat,
 Row onward to the strand;