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THE MARINER’S CHILD TO HIS MOTHER.
BY MISS LANDON.
Oh, weep no more, sweet mother,
Oh, weep no more to-night;—
And only watch the sea, mother,
Beneath the morning light.
Then the bright blue sky is joyful,
And the bright blue sky is clear,
And I can see, sweet mother,
To kiss away your tear.
But now the wind goes wailing
O'er the dark and trackless deep,
And I know your grief, sweet mother,
Tho' I only hear you weep.
My father's ship will come, mother.
In safety o'er the main;
When the grapes are dyed with purple,
He will be back again.
