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The stormy winds arose and roar'd,
And lash'd to foam the sleeping water;
But in the storm her spirit soar'd,
And happy was Marina's daughter.
And lash'd to foam the sleeping water;
But in the storm her spirit soar'd,
And happy was Marina's daughter.
But hark! that voice of gentlest tone
Recalls her wand'ring steps from far;
She pauses; she is not alone,—
An eye beams on her like a star.
Recalls her wand'ring steps from far;
She pauses; she is not alone,—
An eye beams on her like a star.
'Why dost thou stray amidst the storm,
And listen to the roaring water?
Is this a scene for thy fair form?
Come home, come home, Marina's daughter?
And listen to the roaring water?
Is this a scene for thy fair form?
Come home, come home, Marina's daughter?
'Come to my home, where love will twine
Unfading wreaths around thy brow;
My voice in song will join with thine,
Ah, we may sing together now!
Unfading wreaths around thy brow;
My voice in song will join with thine,
Ah, we may sing together now!
The glorious sun, the rising moon,
Shall witness all our life of love;
They shine upon the flow'rs of June;
They glorious shine in heav'n above.
Shall witness all our life of love;
They shine upon the flow'rs of June;
They glorious shine in heav'n above.
And they will beam upon us here,
And gild life's ever-changeful water;
And holier light awaits us there,
Where is our home, Marina's daughter!
And gild life's ever-changeful water;
And holier light awaits us there,
Where is our home, Marina's daughter!
