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342 And full of hope day followed day

While that stout Ship at anchor lay

Beside the shores of Wight;

The May had then made ail things green;

And, floating there in pomp serene,

That Ship was goodly to be seen,

His pride and his delight!

Yet then, when called ashore, he sought

The tender peace of rural thought;

In more than happy mood

To your abodes, bright daisy Flowers!

He then would steal at leisure hours,

And loved you glittering in your bowers,

A starry multitude.

But hark the word!—the Ship is gone;—

From her long course returns:—anon

Sets sail:—in season due

Once more on English earth they stand:

But, when a third time from the land

They parted, sorrow was at hand

For Him and for his Crew.