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Far out at sea! far out at sea!
 * The winged wind warbles melody;

The billows fringe their curls of foam,
 * And tremble back with thoughts of home;

I stream my soul on every crest
 * That gambles onward to the west—

’Tis freighted, love, with hope and thee.

Far out at sea! far out at sea!
 * The petrels soar the surge with glee;

The livelong day they skim the air,
 * The livelong night they slumber there—

Wild, wand’ring souls of those who sleep
 * Beneath the coral-citied deep,

And from the shades heart-break to be
 * Far out at sea! far out at sea!