Behold the Hour, the Boat Arrive


 * Behold the hour, the boat arrive;
 * Thou goest, the darling of my heart;
 * Sever'd from thee, can I survive,
 * But Fate has will'd and we must part.
 * I'll often greet the surging swell,
 * Yon distant Isle will often hail:
 * "E'en here I took the last farewell;
 * There, latest mark'd her vanish'd sail."
 * Along the solitary shore,
 * While flitting sea-fowl round me cry,
 * Across the rolling, dashing roar,
 * I'll westward turn my wistful eye:
 * "Happy thou Indian grove," I'll say,
 * "Where now my Nancy's path may be!
 * While thro' thy sweets she loves to stray,
 * O tell me, does she muse on me!"

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