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of my bosom! my soul's dearest treasure!
 * Star of my dwelling place, listen to me;

Know that when absent, my only true pleasure
 * Is thinking, dear Mary, of home and of thee!

And when in his fury the storm king was riding
 * The wild waves, that foam'd as he hurried them on,

And the thunder, awoke in his anger, was chiding,
 * And all light, save the vivid forked lightning was gone.

When despair laid his hand on the heart of the boldest,
 * Stern misery whisper'd her tale in each ear;

When hope scarcely spoke, and in tones of the coldest,
 * And each one on board was the vassal of fear.

I had, in that hour of dark peril, a feeling,
 * Which never forsakes me, where'er I may be,

The glow of affection around my heart stealing,
 * Which told, my dear Mary, of and of !