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THE SEA-BOY'S DREAM.
Two years from home—five months from land—
How home-sick is the boy!
And by the ship's side how he'll stand
His home-thoughts to enjoy!
Down the clear sea his eyes may look,
To look they do but seem;
They see the home that he forsook
To live his child's sea-dream;
And oh, as there he leans apart,
How eyes look love into his heart!
How home-sick is the boy!
And by the ship's side how he'll stand
His home-thoughts to enjoy!
Down the clear sea his eyes may look,
To look they do but seem;
They see the home that he forsook
To live his child's sea-dream;
And oh, as there he leans apart,
How eyes look love into his heart!
Whose eyes? Whose eyes? And does it task
Your thought at once to guess?
Ah! whose the eyes his heart would ask
His sight the first to bless?
The tears that to the boy's eyes steal,
His quick hand sweeps away;
But O his mother's clasp to feel!
To drink in all she'd say!
To hear her, “Boy, no more we'll part!”
And feel her strain him to her heart!
Your thought at once to guess?
Ah! whose the eyes his heart would ask
His sight the first to bless?
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His quick hand sweeps away;
But O his mother's clasp to feel!
To drink in all she'd say!
To hear her, “Boy, no more we'll part!”
And feel her strain him to her heart!
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