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 As she lay,

Till next day,

In the bay of Biscay O!

At length the wish’d for morrow

broke through the hazy sky;

Absorb’d in silent sorrow,

each heav’d a bitter sigh:

The dismal wreck to view,

Struck horror to the crew,

As she lay,

On that day,

In the bay of Biscay O!

Her yielding timbers sever,

her pitchy seams are rent;

When heav’n, all-bounteous ever,

Its boundless mercy sent!

A sail in sight appears,

We hail her with three cheers,

Now we sail,

With the gale,

From the bay of Biscay O!





I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d

over yonder green elms, that a cottage was near;

And I said if there’s peace to be found in the world,

the heart that is humble might hope for it here.