Poems (Eliza Gabriella Lewis)/The Packet Ship Ashburton
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THE PACKET-SHIP ASHBURTON.
The gallant ship is riding free
Upon the dancing wave,
Her snowy sails are filled—the breeze
Its gentle impulse gave.
Upon the dancing wave,
Her snowy sails are filled—the breeze
Its gentle impulse gave.
And brightly forth, beneath the sun,
(Whilst white-foam wreathed around
Her graceful prow,) she glided, like
A bride with chaplets crowned.
(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.
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.
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.
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;
Ye wand'rers from your native shore
Step out upon the land.
Row onward to the strand;
Ye wand'rers from your native shore
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.