the castaways.
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As there he stood, upon the lonely strand
He felt the loved grasp of his mother's hand,
And gazed into her large tearful eyes;—
He turned and heaved a long drawn sigh.—
An instant—and then it passed away,
Like a rain cloud on a fair summer's day.
A boat was seen on the dancing foam,
One loving look! and the deep was his home!
From the bay now glides the "Amphitrite"
With a fine breeze swelling her sails so white.
"This" cried Horace "is the life for me!
A blue sky above, and the wide open sea
Ah! now for the fair Pacific waves
Where ocean murmurs in the coral caves;
And the beauteous fairy islands lie
Like ocean gems 'neath the sweet summer sky.
When the soft tropic breezes so gently sweep
O'er islands unknown to human feet."
On the ship flew with her well filled sails,
Swelling before the light and favouring gale.
Madeira, the line, and Rio Janeiro were past,
And the cape of Storms rounded at last.
One night a fierce gale swept o'er the deep,
And seemed to raise the ocean from its sleep.
Wildly the angry and fierce billows rolled,
While the winds swept onward to the pole.
He felt the loved grasp of his mother's hand,
And gazed into her large tearful eyes;—
He turned and heaved a long drawn sigh.—
An instant—and then it passed away,
Like a rain cloud on a fair summer's day.
A boat was seen on the dancing foam,
One loving look! and the deep was his home!
From the bay now glides the "Amphitrite"
With a fine breeze swelling her sails so white.
"This" cried Horace "is the life for me!
A blue sky above, and the wide open sea
Ah! now for the fair Pacific waves
Where ocean murmurs in the coral caves;
And the beauteous fairy islands lie
Like ocean gems 'neath the sweet summer sky.
When the soft tropic breezes so gently sweep
O'er islands unknown to human feet."
On the ship flew with her well filled sails,
Swelling before the light and favouring gale.
Madeira, the line, and Rio Janeiro were past,
And the cape of Storms rounded at last.
One night a fierce gale swept o'er the deep,
And seemed to raise the ocean from its sleep.
Wildly the angry and fierce billows rolled,
While the winds swept onward to the pole.
