  And is this little darling doomed to roam, And cross the treacherous ocean for a home? And must the cruel barque his cradle be? And must the billows waft him far from me? How oft, when grief has crowded round my heart, I have caressed him, to forget a part: How oft I’ve long’d his dear departed sire Could view these fleeting charms that I so much admire. I, in the infant, could the father see; Which binds the tie so doubly dear to me. Oh, thou auspicious Power! send thou thy aid— Protect the worthy mother and the babe. Oh, thou bright orb of night! be thou their light, To guide the helmsman in his onward flight; Then may the father, with unsullied joy, Clasp in his arms his much loved wife and boy. |
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