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Yet among each joyous circle,
O my heart return'd to thee——
All was cheerless, all was sunless,
For thou wert not there with me.


LOVE, AND OUR OCEAN HOME.

Our home is amid the sea,
Where the billows roll proudly and dark:
Our course and our thoughts are free, are free
As the breezes that waft our bark;
And while, with the best of the brave,
On our pathless domain we roam,
The song that swells far on tho wave,
Is “Love, and our ocean home."

"Tis night in our sea-girt isle,
And gaily the goblet goes round,
But soon merry morn shall smile, shall smile,
And away to battle we bound.
And when from tho deeds of our fame
We dance o'er the crested foam,
Our fondest song, and our proudest theme,
Is "Love, and our ocean home."