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WESTWARD HO!

A MAIL-DAY RHYME.

Westward Ho! the east winds blow athwart the Indian sea,
And westward ho! the ship doth go, that beareth news to thee.
But yesternight I dream'd I came unto my father's hall;
The quickset hedges were the same and the ivy on the wall.
The house stood open and I saw my sister on the stair;
She call'd my father to the door, and I embrac'd him there.
A brother and a sister came in answer to her call;
The quickset hedges were the same and the ivy on the wall.
They talk'd apace, and laugh'd apace, and loud the laughter grew,
And then they look'd me in the face and said 'twas bronzed in hue;
Then asked me of the strange south seas where I had been so long,
And of the swarthy savages that I had dwelt among.

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So laughed we and so chatted we the sun adown the sky,
Then spent the night in jovial glee until the sun was high.
It was a dream. I stand to-day 'neath an Australian sun;
The bower-birds were out at play this morning on the run.
It was a dream; I was not there, nor aught of home I saw;
No sister stood upon the stair, no father at the door.
But westward ho the east winds blow athwart the Indian sea,
And westward ho the ship doth go that beareth news of me.