 | Lyrics by John B Tabb |  |
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OFF SAN SALVADOR.
It lay to westward—as of old,
An emerald bar across the gold
Of sunset—whence a vision grand
First beckoned to the stranger-land.
An emerald bar across the gold
Of sunset—whence a vision grand
First beckoned to the stranger-land.
And on our deck, uncoffined, lay
A child, whose spirit far away
The wafture of an angel hand
Late welcomed to a stranger-land.
A child, whose spirit far away
The wafture of an angel hand
Late welcomed to a stranger-land.
| Lyrics by John B Tabb | |