BLISS to those that love thee!

Bliss to those thou lovest !
May Heaven smile above thee
Wheresoe'er thou rovest!
May no storm come nigh thee
On the tumbling ocean!
May the green wave ripple by thee
With a lulling motion !

The wild voice of thy laughter
Hath fleeted from before me,

But an echo lingers after,
Flinging magic o'er me!
Thy fair smile is not beaming
Its young mirth around me,
But I doat upon it, dreaming,

When the spell hath bound me.

I cannot see or hear thee,

Dearest of Earth's daughters But my soul is ever near thee, On the quiet waters.

Bliss to those that love thee!

Bliss to those thou lovest!

And may Heaven smile above thee Wheresoe'er thou rovest!

As o'er the deep the seaman roves
With cloud and storm above him,
Far, far from all the smiles he loves,
And all the hearts that love him,
'Tis sweet to find some friendly mast
O'er that same ocean sailing,

And listen in the hollow blast
To hear the pilot's hailing.

On rolls the sea! and brief the bliss,
And farewell follows greeting;

On rolls the sea! one hour is his

For parting and for meeting;

And who shall tell, on sea or shore,

In sorrow or in laughter,

If he shall see that vessel more,

Or hear that voice hereafter?

And thus, as on through shine and shower
My fickle shallop dances,

And trembles at all storms that lower,
And courts all summer glances,
'Tis very sweet, when thoughts oppress
And follies fail to cheer me,

To find some looks of loveliness,
Some tones of kindness, near me.

And yet I feel, while hearts are gay
And smiles are bright around me,
That those who greet me on my way
Must leave me as they found me,
To rove again, as erst I roved,

Through winter and rough weather,
And think of all the friends I loved,
But loved and lost together :

And scenes and smiles, so pure and glad, Are found and worshipped only

To make our sadness seem more sad,

Our loneliness more lonely ;

AS O'ER THE DEEP THE SEAMAN ROVES.

It matters not! a pleasant dream
At best can be but dreaming;
And if the true may never beam,
Oh who would slight the seeming?

And o'er the world my foot may roam,

Through foreign griefs and pleasures,
And other climes may be my home
And other hearts my treasures;
But in the mist of memory

Shall time and space be cheated,
And those kind looks revived shall be,
And those soft tones repeated!

Believe, if e'er this rhyme recall
One thought of him who frames it,—
Believe him one who brings his all

Where Love or Friendship claims it ;
Though cold the surface of his heart,.
There's warmth beneath the embers;

For all it hopes, it would not part
With aught that it remembers.

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