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7 Now to her birth the ship draws nigh;

We take in sail—she feels the tide;

'Stand clear the cable,' is the cry—

The auchor's gone—we safely ride.

The watch is set; and thro' the night,

We hear the seamen, with delight,

Proclaim—'All's well!'

TOM STARBOARD.

was a lover true,

As brave a tar as ever sail'd;

The duties ablest seamen do

Tom did, and never yet had fail'd.

But wreck'd as he was homeward bound,

Within a league of England's coast,

Love say'd him sure from being drown'd,

For more than half the crew were lost.

In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear;

Nay, when he lost an arm, resign'd,

Said, love for Nan, his only dear,

Had sav'd his life, and Fate was kind.

And now, tho' wreck'd, yet Tom, return'd,

Of all past dangers made a joke;

For still his manly bosom burn'd

With love—his heart was heart of oak.

His strength restor'd, Tom nobly ran

To cheer his bride, his destin'd bride;

But false report had brought to Nan,

Six months before, that Tom had died.