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Poems.
A Ship on the bright-swelling surface was riding,
Majestic she moved while rapidly gliding,
Adown the wide stream with her sails all unfurled,
While the gentle winds smiled,
On the ocean's fair child,
And the bright beams of Luna enlightened the world.
Majestic she moved while rapidly gliding,
Adown the wide stream with her sails all unfurled,
While the gentle winds smiled,
On the ocean's fair child,
And the bright beams of Luna enlightened the world.
'Twas midnight! the hour to excite our devotion,
And raise in each bosom a sacred emotion,
While gazing with rapture on ocean and sky,
With feelings adoringly,
Aspiring imploringly,
To regions celestial, to mansions on high.
And raise in each bosom a sacred emotion,
While gazing with rapture on ocean and sky,
With feelings adoringly,
Aspiring imploringly,
To regions celestial, to mansions on high.
ON A LITTLE GIRL'S ASKING THE AUTHOR IF GOD WOULD "KISS HER WHEN SHE WENT TO HEAVEN."
Say, little prattler, wouldst thou know
The bliss that doth await
Us wanderers of this world below,
In yonder blissful state.
The bliss that doth await
Us wanderers of this world below,
In yonder blissful state.
