SONGS.
See the Ship.
See the ship in the bay is riding,
Dearest Ellen, I go from thee;
Boldly go, in thy love confiding,
O'er the deep and the trackless sea.
When thy loved form no more is near me,
When thy sweet smile no longer I see,
This soothing thought shall at midnight cheer me,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
Nor can Heaven, a deaf ear lending
To its loveliest work below,
The boon she begs, on her knees low bending,
Refuse in goodness to bestow.
So then, my Ellen, all doubts defying,
Henry shall dauntless cross the wide sea,
His heart on this firm anchor relying,
My love is breathing a prayer for me.
When the thunder of war is roaring,
And the bullets around me fly;
When the rage of the tempests pouring,
Blends the billowy sea and sky;
Then shall my heart, to fear a stranger,
Cherish its fondest hopes for thee,
