 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
LOVE AND HOME AND NATIVE LAND.
When o'er the silent deep we rove
More fondly then our thoughts will stray
To those we leave—to those we love,
Whose prayers pursue our watery way.
When in the lonely midnight hour,
The sailor takes his watchful stand,
His heart then feels the holiest power
Of love and home and native land.
More fondly then our thoughts will stray
To those we leave—to those we love,
Whose prayers pursue our watery way.
When in the lonely midnight hour,
The sailor takes his watchful stand,
His heart then feels the holiest power
Of love and home and native land.
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In vain may tropic climes display
Their glittering shores—their gorgeous shells;
Though bright birds wing their dazzling way,
And glorious flowers adorn the dells,
Though Nature, there prolific, pours
The treasures of her magic hand,
The eye—but not the heart adores:
The heart still beats for native land.
Their glittering shores—their gorgeous shells;
Though bright birds wing their dazzling way,
And glorious flowers adorn the dells,
Though Nature, there prolific, pours
The treasures of her magic hand,
The eye—but not the heart adores:
The heart still beats for native land.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |