Behold The Hour, The Boat Arrive
behold the hour, the boat arrive
behold the hour, the boat arrive;
thou goest, the darling of my heart;
sever'd from thee, i survive,
but fate has will'd and we must part.
i'll oftehe surging swell,
yon distant isle will often hail:
“e'en here i took the st farewell;
there, test mark'd her vanish'd sail.”
along the solitary shore,
while flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
across the rolling, dashing roar,
i'll westward turn my wistful eye:
“happy thou indian grove,” i'll say,
“where now my nancy's path may be!
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