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[Ever still must I adore thee]
Ever still must I adore thee,
Though wide seas between us roll,
Each fond thought shall hover o'er thee,
And thy image fill my soul:
Morning breaking on the ocean,
Will thy opening graces wear;
And with evening's last devotion
I will breathe thy name in prayer.
Though wide seas between us roll,
Each fond thought shall hover o'er thee,
And thy image fill my soul:
Morning breaking on the ocean,
Will thy opening graces wear;
And with evening's last devotion
I will breathe thy name in prayer.
Tossing sad mid waters boundless,
While for thee I live,
Ah! wilt thou, dear one, give
A sigh—a tear—to me?
Is the doubt tormenting groundless?
Yes, I read thine eye;
Faithful I again shall clasp thee
Ere I die:
While for thee I live,
Ah! wilt thou, dear one, give
A sigh—a tear—to me?
Is the doubt tormenting groundless?
Yes, I read thine eye;
Faithful I again shall clasp thee
Ere I die:
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Ever still must I adore thee,
Though wide seas between us roll,
Each fond thought shall hover o'er thee,
And thy image fill my soul.
Morning breaking on the ocean,
Will thy opening graces wear;
And with evening's last devotion
I will breathe thy name in prayer.
Though wide seas between us roll,
Each fond thought shall hover o'er thee,
And thy image fill my soul.
Morning breaking on the ocean,
Will thy opening graces wear;
And with evening's last devotion
I will breathe thy name in prayer.
July, 1809.
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