HER VOYAGE IS AT AN END.
Cohasset shore, July, 1831.
Hushed was the ocean's stormy roar,
Still as an infant's joy:
There sat upon the rocky shore
A father and his boy.
Still as an infant's joy:
There sat upon the rocky shore
A father and his boy.
Far off they saw a gallant ship;
It came from foreign lands:
The boy began to dance and skip,
And clap his little hands.
It came from foreign lands:
The boy began to dance and skip,
And clap his little hands.
Her wished-for port is near at hand;
The ship is hastening on;
They hear the birds sing on the land;
Her voyage is nearly done.
The ship is hastening on;
They hear the birds sing on the land;
Her voyage is nearly done.
The boy's glad notes, his shouts of glee,
The rocks with music fill;
But now he cries, "See, father, see!
The ship is standing still."
The rocks with music fill;
But now he cries, "See, father, see!
The ship is standing still."
