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SONNET II. TO ------, ON HER VOYAGE TO INDIA.
Now, like a shooting star, thy bark doth fleeOver the azure waters, which convey
Thee and thy soldier-husband far away
From England's shores. Soon, soon on the wide sea,
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And absent far is Friendship's cheering ray,
Shall ye two know how mighty is the sway
Of wedded love;—how dear those fetters be
Which the free heart doth wear. Oh! we who doze
In tranquil homes, and with domestic mirth
Season the warmth of the calm evening hearth,
Can know but little of the love of those
Who, in the lonely waste of sea and skies,
Find home and comfort in each others' eyes.
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