The Singers' companion, a choice selection of fashionable songs/There's an isle clasped by waves

MY OWN NATIVE ISLE.

Music by Bishop.

There's an isle, clasped by waves in an emerald zone,
⁠That peers forth from ocean so pearl-like and fair,
As if nature meant it the water-king's throne;—
⁠A youth, whom I name not, remembers me there.
The breeze now in murmurs a 'plaint brings from far,
From my own native isle and my lover's guitar.

O! cheer thee, fond mourner, let hope's whisper soften
⁠The wild pang of absence and doubt too unkind,
The maid thou upbraidest for thee sighs as often,
⁠And speeds gentle wishes by every wind.
Then, winds, blow ye homeward—waves, waft me afar
To my own native isle and my lover's guitar.