Musing un the rohring.ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavar in warm devotion,
For lii weal, where'er he be.
'Hope and tear's alternate billow,
Yielding late to nature's law.
Whisperiug spirits repnd ma pillow,
Talk ot him that's fai 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 m,
-P Tw)y jleep the curtain draw, .
Spaiit kind, again attend me,
-Wink of bhi that's far rva '
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