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To speak kind words of sympathy, once more
To linger spell-bound on some long-loved face,
Again each faded lineament retrace,
Till faithful memory all their charms restore!
The lonely mother at her cottage hearth,
Shudders to hear the storm go rushing past;
And as in fitful and demoniac mirth,
Shrieks forth in trumpet-tones the maddened blast—
She sees in thought, while roll the blackened clouds,
Her sea-boy's form, rocked in the spray-wreathed shrouds.
To linger spell-bound on some long-loved face,
Again each faded lineament retrace,
Till faithful memory all their charms restore!
The lonely mother at her cottage hearth,
Shudders to hear the storm go rushing past;
And as in fitful and demoniac mirth,
Shrieks forth in trumpet-tones the maddened blast—
She sees in thought, while roll the blackened clouds,
Her sea-boy's form, rocked in the spray-wreathed shrouds.
