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Song.
At length under weigh , she wav'd her white hand , As smoothly before it we put out to sea , From the top I beheld her lov'd form on the strand , And still went my heart to the tune of Yo yea ! Tho' long we ' ve been parted , my love is the same , In every clime , dear Anna , for thee ; storm threat l
When the dark beating o ' er us ' mngy came , Still I remember our-parting Yo yea ! But what sweet delight steals over my mind , As homeward we ' re steering our prosp ' rous way ! My Anna to meet , and to find her still kind , , Makes my heart dance for joy while singing J Yo yea ! W .
Stanzas To Winter.
STANZAS TO WINTER .
OH ! come , rude Winter , pale and sad , - Congenial to my pensive mind , In silver-seeming mantle clad , All frozen by the northern wind . Though rough Ihe blast , and rude the day That ushers in thy stormy power , Yet shall bosom court thy sway
. my , Undaunted , ' mid thy darkest hour . Not Spring array'd in richest green , And deck'd with drops of pearly < icw , Not Summer with his jocund mien , Nor Autumn with his golden hue , •Can with their flatt ' ry sooth a heart , mine
An anxious heart , that feels like ; Nor to the soul a charm impart , So simply pure , and keen as thine . When thy dim morn but faintly glows , And languid rears her drowsy head , And Nature ' s herbage , deck'd with snows , No more the pearly drop can shed ,
O ' er the rough waste my steps shall bend , Or climb some rude cliff ' s slipp ' ry steep ; And while thy blasts the welkin rend , Or o ' er the desert fiercely sweep , Thy wild scenes shall my fancy warm , And sooth my troubled heart to rest : No vulgar joys like these can charm , Or deeply touch the conscious breast .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Song.
At length under weigh , she wav'd her white hand , As smoothly before it we put out to sea , From the top I beheld her lov'd form on the strand , And still went my heart to the tune of Yo yea ! Tho' long we ' ve been parted , my love is the same , In every clime , dear Anna , for thee ; storm threat l
When the dark beating o ' er us ' mngy came , Still I remember our-parting Yo yea ! But what sweet delight steals over my mind , As homeward we ' re steering our prosp ' rous way ! My Anna to meet , and to find her still kind , , Makes my heart dance for joy while singing J Yo yea ! W .
Stanzas To Winter.
STANZAS TO WINTER .
OH ! come , rude Winter , pale and sad , - Congenial to my pensive mind , In silver-seeming mantle clad , All frozen by the northern wind . Though rough Ihe blast , and rude the day That ushers in thy stormy power , Yet shall bosom court thy sway
. my , Undaunted , ' mid thy darkest hour . Not Spring array'd in richest green , And deck'd with drops of pearly < icw , Not Summer with his jocund mien , Nor Autumn with his golden hue , •Can with their flatt ' ry sooth a heart , mine
An anxious heart , that feels like ; Nor to the soul a charm impart , So simply pure , and keen as thine . When thy dim morn but faintly glows , And languid rears her drowsy head , And Nature ' s herbage , deck'd with snows , No more the pearly drop can shed ,
O ' er the rough waste my steps shall bend , Or climb some rude cliff ' s slipp ' ry steep ; And while thy blasts the welkin rend , Or o ' er the desert fiercely sweep , Thy wild scenes shall my fancy warm , And sooth my troubled heart to rest : No vulgar joys like these can charm , Or deeply touch the conscious breast .