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THE HAPPY VOYAGE.

I STOOD on the deep blue ocean's shore,
And watched the wild sea-bird lave;
While murmuring low, fell sweet on my ear
The flow of the passing wave.

When, dancing so light in the morning bright,

A fair little bark came by;

Its tiny white sail so joyously shone,

With a gleam from the sunny sky.

And I thought of youth-of its early morn,
Fresh launched on life's restless wave,

When each gale that blows with rich odour is fraught
To the young heart so gladsome and brave.

That gleam vanished soon; the sky was o'ercast,
In terror each sail was furled;

I thought of the Christian mariner tossed

On the waves of this troublesome world.

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