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THE CAPTAIN'S DAUGHTER.
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blast, And to hear the trum - pet thun - der,

pray 'rs, "We are lost!" the cap - tain shout-ed, As he

cheer; And we an - chored safe in har - bor, When the


CODA[1]

'Cut a - way the mast! "And a shout rose wild and

stag-gered down the stairs.

morn was shin - ing clear.


joy - ous, As we clasped the friend-ly hand "Ah!


God is on the o - cean Just the same as on the land."

  1. This spirited coda was, evidently, not written by Mr. Fields, but the editors are not able to say who added it.