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NIGHT-SONG.
Written at Sea.
Tis night—my Bark is on the Ocean,
No sound I hear, no sight I see,
Not e'en the darken'd waves whose motion
Still bears me, Fanny, far from thee!
But from the misty skies are gleaming
Two smiling stars that look, my love!
As if thine eyes, though veil'd, were beaming
Benignly on me from above.
No sound I hear, no sight I see,
Not e'en the darken'd waves whose motion
Still bears me, Fanny, far from thee!
But from the misty skies are gleaming
Two smiling stars that look, my love!
As if thine eyes, though veil'd, were beaming
Benignly on me from above.
Good night and bless thee, Fanny dearest!
Nor let the sound disturb thy sleep,
If, when the midnight wind thou hearest,
Thy thoughts are on the distant deep:—
Thy Lover there is safe and fearless,
For Heaven still guards and guides my track.
Nor can my dreaming heart be cheerless,
For still to thee 'tis wafted back.
Nor let the sound disturb thy sleep,
If, when the midnight wind thou hearest,
Thy thoughts are on the distant deep:—
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For Heaven still guards and guides my track.
Nor can my dreaming heart be cheerless,
For still to thee 'tis wafted back.
'Tis sweet on the benighted billow,
To trust in Him whom all adore;
'Tis sweet to think that from her pillow
Her prayers for me shall Fanny pour.
The winds, self-lullabied, are dozing,
The winking stars withdraw their light.
Fanny! methinks thine eyes are closing—
Bless thee, my love! good night, good night!
To trust in Him whom all adore;
'Tis sweet to think that from her pillow
Her prayers for me shall Fanny pour.
The winds, self-lullabied, are dozing,
The winking stars withdraw their light.
Fanny! methinks thine eyes are closing—
Bless thee, my love! good night, good night!
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