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say that with a smile she past Forth from her hallow'd bower, That her dark eye strange brilliance cast, To gild the parting hour; That on her cheek with radiance rare A kindling flush did burn, Ye view'd it as the promise fair Of health and glad return.

In many a fond and friendly breast Did parting sorrows stir, And many a lip with trembling blest That lovely voyager; Light sped the white sail o'er the wave, And gathering to her side, True hearts that strove to shield and save, Her every wish supplied.

And still upon that tossing sea, Her idol boy was near, And tunefully his caroll'd glee Fell on a mother's ear; And well his glance its joy exprest To watch the sea-bird's flight, Or trace amid the billow's crest The phosphorescent light.

They sought that Isle, by beam and breeze, In changeless beauty drest,