Talk Of Him Thats Far Awa（1 / 1）

  talk of him that's far awa
  musing on the roaring ocean,
  which divides my love and me;
  wearying heav'n in warm devotion,
  for his weal where'er he be.
  hope and fear's alternate billow
  yielding late to nature's law,
  whispering spirits round my pillow,
  talk of him that's far awa.
  ye whom sorrow never wounded,
  ye who never shed a tear,
  care—untroubled, joy—surrounded,
  gaudy day to you is dear.
  gentle night, do thou befriend me,
  downy sleep, the curtain draw;
  spirits kind, again attend me,
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