the last of the gascoignes.
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When a week had passed a distant land was seen,
With a towering mountain, high and green,
While at its foot lovely Rio lay,
Calmly sleeping in its pleasant bay,
And there the proud frigate calmly rests
On Rio's fair bay's peaceful breast.
With a towering mountain, high and green,
While at its foot lovely Rio lay,
Calmly sleeping in its pleasant bay,
And there the proud frigate calmly rests
On Rio's fair bay's peaceful breast.
SECOND PART.
TIME flies on, Magellan's straits are passed,
The wide Pacific's gained by them at last;
The cloudless sky above now vies in its hue
With that fairest ocean's beauteous blue.
The flying fish and the golden albacore
O'er these bright waters dive and soar.
The lone albatross, too, hovers o'er its breast,
And on its crystal bosom tranquilly rests.
Now through clouds of the eddying spray
The noble frigate speeds her lonely way.
One stormy night Gascoigne slowly paced the deck,
His sad thoughts had long flown on unchecked.
Suddenly a sheet of lightning rent the sky,
While the echoing thunder in the distance slowly died.
Not e'en a single bright or glittering star
Looked down to meet the greeting spar.
The wide Pacific's gained by them at last;
The cloudless sky above now vies in its hue
With that fairest ocean's beauteous blue.
The flying fish and the golden albacore
O'er these bright waters dive and soar.
The lone albatross, too, hovers o'er its breast,
And on its crystal bosom tranquilly rests.
Now through clouds of the eddying spray
The noble frigate speeds her lonely way.
One stormy night Gascoigne slowly paced the deck,
His sad thoughts had long flown on unchecked.
Suddenly a sheet of lightning rent the sky,
While the echoing thunder in the distance slowly died.
Not e'en a single bright or glittering star
Looked down to meet the greeting spar.
