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Farewell, farewell the Heart that lives alone,
But welcome fortitude, and patient cheer,
TO THE DAISY.
Sweet Flower! belike one day to have
Ah! hopeful, hopeful was the day
When to that Ship he bent his way,
To govern and to guide:
His wish was gained: a little time
Would bring him back in manhood's prime,
And free for life, these hills to climb,
With all his wants supplied.
And full of hope day followed day
Yet then, when called ashore, he sought
But hark the word !—the Ship is gone;— From her long course returns:—anon Sets sail:—in season due
Once more on English earth they stand:But, when a third time from the land They parted, sorrow was at hand For Him and for his Crew,
111 fated Vessel!—ghastly shock!
—At length delivered from the rock
The deep she hath regained;
And through the stormy night they steer,
Labouring for life, in hope and fear,
Towards a safer shore—how near,
Yet not to be attained!
Silence! the brave Commander cried;
Six weeks beneath the moving sea
He lay in slumber quietly;
Unforced by wind or wave
To quit the Ship for which he died,
(All claims of duty satisfied;)
And there they found him at her side;
And bore him to the grave.
Vain service! yet not vainly done
That neighbourhood of grove and field
To Him a resting-place should yield,
A meek man and a brave!
The birds shall sing and ocean make
A mournful murmur for his sake;
And Thou, sweet Flower, shalt sleep and wake
Upon his senseless grave!