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love's voyages.
Love's Voyages.
The maid was fair, and the morning mild,
Love sat in his boat, whistled, and smiled
At the blushing maiden, then cried he,
"Say, sweetheart, will you come with me?
Love sat in his boat, whistled, and smiled
At the blushing maiden, then cried he,
"Say, sweetheart, will you come with me?
"The sea is calm, the skies are blue,
The winds are fair, my compass true,
Come! sail with me and what'er betide
I'll row you safely over the tide."
The winds are fair, my compass true,
Come! sail with me and what'er betide
I'll row you safely over the tide."
Alas! for the maid; alas, for her lover,
Their voyage of bliss was quickly over.
Clouds crept over the smiling skies,
A storm of passion began to rise,
And the little craft foundered out at sea
In a tempest of angry jealousy.
Their voyage of bliss was quickly over.
Clouds crept over the smiling skies,
A storm of passion began to rise,
And the little craft foundered out at sea
In a tempest of angry jealousy.
The morn was dull, but the maid was fair,
And love's heart warmed as he gazed on her,
Then he whispered—"Dear heart! will you come with me
And I'll row you over life's changeful sea?
And love's heart warmed as he gazed on her,
Then he whispered—"Dear heart! will you come with me
And I'll row you over life's changeful sea?
"The tide is rough, the skies are grey,
But the sun will shine upon our way;
So come with me, and whate'er betide
I'll row you safely over the tide."
But the sun will shine upon our way;
So come with me, and whate'er betide
I'll row you safely over the tide."
Many a rock lay in their way,
Many a shoal they passed that day,
And oft the treacherous wind would veer,
But love, true love, knows how to steer—
And the little craft sped upon its way—
And safely anchored in Happiness Bay.
Many a shoal they passed that day,
And oft the treacherous wind would veer,
But love, true love, knows how to steer—
And the little craft sped upon its way—
And safely anchored in Happiness Bay.
