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DEAREST HELEN.
See the ship in the bay is riding,
dearest Helen, I go from thee;
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
o’er the deep and the trackless sea,
When thy dear form no longer is nigh me;
when thy sweet smile no longer I see,
The dear reflection, disarming danger,
my love is breathing a prayer for me.
When the thunder of war is roaring,
when the bullets around me fly.
When the tempest’s deluge is pouring,
binding the billowy sea and sky;
Yet shall my heart, to fear a stranger,
cherish the fondest hope for thee,
The dear reflection, disarming danger,
my love is breathing a prayer for me.
