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THE MOTHER'S BLESSING, ON HER SAILOR SON.

of my love, farewell! farewell! On the wide watery plain I yield thee to a life of toil, And Him, who rules the main.

And by those pure and speechless joys When cradled on my breast, I met thy waking infant smile, Or lull'd thy woes to rest,