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NO LOVER COMES TO ME.

I

Oh! since the rising of the sun,
Upon the shore I've stood,
To be the first to welcome home
A lover, brave and good:
But o'er the troubled sea, alas!
No lover comes to me.

II

The waves in thunder lash the strand,
The rough wind chills my cheek,
And oh, I almost dread to view
The vessel that I seek!
But o'er the troubled sea, alas!
No lover comes to me.

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III

And now the day is almost past,
The distant tide grows dark,
Yet indistinctly I behold
A storm-struck helpless bark!
Now o'er the troubled sea, alas!
A lover comes to me.

IV

Is there no hope? will none go forth
A fellow man to save?
The ocean was his battle-field,
The ocean is his grave!
And o'er the troubled sea, alas!
No lover comes to me.