  SCOTTA, you are drifting from me, O’er the billows of life’s tide; You and I have sailed together, With our frail barks side by side. You are drifting with the current, But my feeble oar is light, Too light to follow; and, in anguish, I must watch you drift from sight. Drifting, gliding, moving onward, Tide and sky seem one deep blue; All in vain my eyes are yearning, You have drifted from my view. But there’s yet a broader current, Where our meeting barks will land; You and I still bound together, Heart to heart, and hand to hand. |
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