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 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
 * Yet she sail'd softly too:

Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—
 * On me alone it blew.

O dream of joy! is this indeed
 * The light-house top I see?

Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?
 * Is this mine own countrée?

We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,
 * And I with sobs did pray—

"O let me be awake, my God!
 * "Or let me leep alway!"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
 * So smoothly it was strewn!

And on the bay the moon light lay,
 * And the shadow of the moon.