Looking on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my friend and me
Wearying heaven in warm devotion,
For her welfare wherever she may be.
Hope and Fear come and go alternately
Yielding late to Nature's law,
Whispering spirits around my pillow,
Speak to her that's far away.
You whom sorrow has never wounded,
And who never shed a tear,
Care..untroubled, joy..surrounded,
Bright day to you is dear.
Gentle night, are you my friend?
Light sleep, the curtain draw,
Kind Spirits, come attend to me again,
Speak to her that's far away!
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