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LITTELL, MEMOIR OF DR. WOOD.
Then, while ye fill your glasses fair,
Let this your greeting be—
[Standing.]That He who grasps the viewless wind
May guard him on the sea;
Protect him in his pilgrimage;
And, when his wanderings cease,
Restore him to his home again
In happiness and peace.
And when the inevitable hour
Shall bring his long repose,
May visions of that better land
A brighter scene disclose.
Meanwhile, with fond, admiring hearts
We gather round him here,
With song, and wine, and social mirth,
His parting steps to cheer.
