  Adrift alone on life's bleak ocean waste, Through starless nights and dreary sunless days; Wherever currents led o'er pathless maze, I plied the oars of aimless toil, and faced Defeat impatiently, nor ever traced One ray of hope along the murky haze Of life's horizon, till I caught the blaze Of one lone star, whose light was virgin-chaste. But now I sail through seas where fortune smiles, And not a cloud the brilliant sky doth mar; For, ever twinkling near that blazing light, A little orb my every care beguiles: My radiant wife is that lone guiding star, My laughing blue-eyed boy its satellite! |
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