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our boat from the yellow sand, Say farewell to the blooming land, Furl airy wings, fold the mantles blue, Drink one last cup of honey dew; For we must leave our fairy home On a moonlight voyage through the foam. Spread the silken sail To the summer gale, Low singing across the sea; Float away, float away, Through foam and spray, As if o'er a flowery lea!

Oh! fear no storm nor cloudy frown, Though mightier ships than ours go down: Our helmsman laughs at the wildest gale, As he drops anchor and furls his sail; For He who guides the sparrow's wing, Whose love upholds the frailest thing, Has given a spell, To protect the shell Through the waves' tumultuous flow. When tempest-tost, Unwrecked, unlost, It sinks to calmer depths below.

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