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She heeds no dangers, toil, or death,
Nor fears to search the desert's wild,
And in her last expiring breath,
Her richest prayer is for her child.
Nor fears to search the desert's wild,
And in her last expiring breath,
Her richest prayer is for her child.
The father leaves his happy home,
Let fancy paint the parting scene,
His weeping consort sad and lone,
The troubled ocean rolls between.
Let fancy paint the parting scene,
His weeping consort sad and lone,
The troubled ocean rolls between.
He leaves the babes he loves so dear,
To search for wealth that golden ore,
One lingering look, a sigh, a tear,
They part, perhaps to meet no more.
To search for wealth that golden ore,
One lingering look, a sigh, a tear,
They part, perhaps to meet no more.
Blow, blow, ye winds, a pleasant gale,
And speed them on their trackless way.
Ye Ocean Bird, unfurl your sails,
Till safe in San Francisco's Bay.
And speed them on their trackless way.
Ye Ocean Bird, unfurl your sails,
Till safe in San Francisco's Bay.
Time's rolling wheels pass swiftly by,
And usher in that happy morn,
On every breeze we'll send a sigh,
A prayer to God for their return.
E. M.
Oregon Spectator, November 1, 1849.
And usher in that happy morn,
On every breeze we'll send a sigh,
A prayer to God for their return.
E. M.
Oregon Spectator, November 1, 1849.
