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Musing on the roaring ocean, / Which divides my love and me; / Wearying heav'n in warm devotion, / For his weal where'er he be.
Hope and Fear's alternate billow / Yielding late to Nature's law, / Whispering spirits round my pillow, / Talk of him that's far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded, / Ye who never shed a tear, / Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded, / Gaudy day to you is dear.
Gentle night, do thou befriend me, / Downy sleep, the curtain draw; / Spirits kind, again attend me, / Talk of him that's far awa!