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  Far out at sea! far out at sea!
 * And art thou happy, Melanie?

Oh! in thy grand and mystic grave
 * Beneath the blue, blue tropic wave,

Dost see, sweet child, the diamond blaze
 * Upon the Nereid of old days—

Dost hear the choral song of shells,
 * More musical than golden bells—
 * And in thy ocean jubilee

Dost think of him who loveth thee?
 * Far out at sea! far out at sea!

Little Flourine, with golden hair, And rose-red cheeks and features fair, You shall be the New Year’s Queen,
 * Little Flourine!

Pretty Flourine, with the bright-blue eyes, Whose tints are caught from the azure skies; Airy, fairy, with heavenly mien,
 * Pretty Flourine!