Now, men, the sails be furling;
Now let the anchor go;

At our brown ship's side, let our best boat ride,
And the oars be shipp❜d below;
And while the rope you're casting off,

Take in my chest and me;

So farewell, blustering captain,
And farewell, roaring sea.

Now pull-pull with a will-boys,
And beach right high the boat,
For dear, dear is the land to me,

That have toss'd so long afloat;

And dear, dear is the girl to me,

With each breath loved more and more, Yon girl whose brown hand shades her eyes, To see us pull ashore.

She shades her eyes a moment ;
O that the beach were near !
Does she see my torn hat waving?
Does she catch my cry from here?
Yes; down the cliff she's flying;
Pull-pull, my men, for life,
That I may kiss again my girl,
My bonny, bonny wife.

FAREWELL! FAREWELL !

FAREWELL! farewell! the breeze blows fair;
One wild embrace-one last fond kiss;
All other griefs I well may dare;

What other grief can equal this?

Yet in this bitter hour, while all

That tears can weep is mine and thine,

One thought 'mid all can joy recal ;

Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!

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BE MINE, AND I WILL GIVE THY NAME.

Cling to these clinging lips again!

O life is in our mingling breath!
Thus-thus to meet defies all pain;

But, oh! to part is more than death;
Yet, even while myself I tear

From out this last dear clasp of thine,
With one fond thought I front despair;
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine.

O God! and must I yearn to see

The gaze of those dear eyes in vain!
And must those lips no more by me,
O never more, be press'd again!
From that dark thought, I, shuddering, shrink,
O when these eyes no more meet thine,
What-what were life, could I not think,
Where'er thou go'st, thy heart is mine!

BE MINE, AND I WILL GIVE THY NAME.

BE mine, and I will give thy name

To Memory's care,

So well, that it shall breathe, with fame,

Immortal air,

That time and change and death shall be
Scorn'd by the life I give to thee.

I will not, like the sculptor, trust
Thy shape to stone,

That, years shall crumble into dust,
Its form unknown;

No-the white statue's life shall be
Short, to the life I'll give to thee.

Not to the canvas worms may fret
Thy charms I'll give ;

Soon shall the world those charms forget,
If there they live;

The life that colours lend shall be
Poor to the life I'll give to thee.

For thou shalt live, defying time
And mocking death,

In music on-O life sublime!
A nation's breath;

Love, in a people's songs shall be
The eternal life I'll give to thee.

THE DAISY.

O KATE, 'tis the sweetest of daisies;
I open the book where it lies:
What dear distant moments it raises,

Green meadows and far summer skies!
Again down the green lane are walking
A couple; guess who they may be !
A daisy one drops in her talking—
That daisy is here, Kate, with me.

Now, Heaven be thank'd for its falling,
And thank'd, that I mark'd where it lay;
Though wither'd and dead, 'tis recalling
The whispers and laughs of that day.
I have but to look, Kate, upon it,

I'm sitting with you on that stile,
I hear your sweet tongue, blessings on it!
And drink in the light of your smile.

Then think, how my throbbing heart prizes
These leaves, at whose bidding, again
Before me your far-off form rises,

Your face comes, how longed-for in vain! O dearest of flowers! what a treasure

Of old smiles and tones you restore! Of days that flash'd by, with what pleasure! With her I shall never see more!

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A SEA SONG.

THE windows rattle in their frames ;
Without, the wild winds moan,
And fitful leap the red fire's flames,
As that young wife sits alone;
As she rocks her baby boy to sleep,
And sings to the winds as by they sweep,
"His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
"That he his boy may see!

"Blow-blow, sweet winds, and speed him back "To baby dear and me!"

Through a cloudy sky the gale blows high,
And the schooner leaps along,

And the captain seems, as the winds howl by,
To hear in the gusts a song;

As foaming past the surges fly,
He seems to hear a song go by,

"His home-bound sails, O fair winds, track,
"That he his boy may see!

"Blow-blow, sweet winds, and speed him back "To baby dear and me!"

AFTER BÉRANGER.

LIZZIE, one blue summer's day,
Dreaming, with a laughing awe,
All the little Loves at play

On the flowery earth, I saw;

Then you pass'd, and straight each freak,
Liz, was stay'd; with wild delight,

Swift your neck I saw them seek,

Liz, as they their mother's might; You, for her, they took, and flew, Cheated urchins, Liz, to you.

Sweetest, to their childish eyes,

You their own dear mother seem'd ;
Nor, methought, did it surprise

Me, that you they Venus deem'd ;
Why, unto my full-grown sight,
Liz, I find it hard to prove,
You are not the Gods' delight,

Her who every heart can move;
Can I wonder then, they flew,
Cheated urchins, Liz, to you!

Lizzie, you, were I to see

In Olympus, Cypris' home,

Surely there you were to me

Her who rose from ocean's foam !

And were Venus to forsake

Heaven for earth, how like it is,
Cheated too, I should mistake

Venus' self for you, my Liz,

Thinking, as to her I flew,

That, my girl, I sprang to you!

IN DREAMS I CLASP YOU ONCE AGAIN.

IN dreams I clasp you once again ;
In dreams again I see you smile;

O blest deceit! alas! how vain!
Day comes and will no more beguile
My fancy with the fond belief;
I wake to memory and to grief.

O sleep-O night-O pictured past,
That thus it might for ever be !
That night and sleep might ever last,
And ever give the past to me!
O love-O joy, for ever stay,

Nor fade to grief and gloom and day!