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Poems of the Sea, 1850 - The Sailor's Sick Child.png

THE SAILOR'S SICK CHILD.



Come, Mother, sit beside my bed,
    And of my father tell,
On the deep ocean far away,
    Where angry waters swell.
I wish that he were with me now,
    While sick and faint I lie,
'T were good to hear his loving voice,
    And bless him ere I die.

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