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A SEA SONG.
The windows rattle in their frames;
Without, the wild winds moan,
And fitful leap the red fire's flames,
As that young wife sits alone;
As she rocks her baby boy to sleep,
And sings to the winds as by they sweep,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow—blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”
Without, the wild winds moan,
And fitful leap the red fire's flames,
As that young wife sits alone;
As she rocks her baby boy to sleep,
And sings to the winds as by they sweep,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow—blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”
Through a cloudy sky the gale blows high,
And the schooner leaps along,
And the captain seems, as the winds howl by,
To hear in the gusts a song;
As foaming past the surges fly,
He seems to hear a song go by,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow—blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”
And the schooner leaps along,
And the captain seems, as the winds howl by,
To hear in the gusts a song;
As foaming past the surges fly,
He seems to hear a song go by,
“His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
“That he his boy may see!
“Blow—blow, sweet winds, and speed him back
“To baby dear and me!”
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