miscellaneous poems.
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Ye wand'rers from your native shore
Step out upon the land.
Step out upon the land.
A few brief hours—a few short weeks—
Once more upon the main
Glideth that bold and gallant ship—
She seeketh home again.
Once more upon the main
Glideth that bold and gallant ship—
She seeketh home again.
Her swift prow dasheth thro' the wave,—
We smile, her sails to greet;
And welcome, with a sailor's love,
The gallant shin so fleet.
We smile, her sails to greet;
And welcome, with a sailor's love,
The gallant shin so fleet.
THE COQUETTE.
Mary, dear Mary, oh! never say no.
But speak with thine own voice, so gentle and low,
And look in mine eyes with thine own of true blue,
Whilst you whisper—Oh! William, I dearly love you.
But speak with thine own voice, so gentle and low,
And look in mine eyes with thine own of true blue,
Whilst you whisper—Oh! William, I dearly love you.
