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the vacant chair.
"Oh! Edward, Edward, it is you!"
The seaman grasped his sinking bride;
"My Nora, ever fond and true!
My father, and my friends!" he cried.
A shout of welcome and surprise
Burst loudly from each wond'ring guest:
And started to the seaman's eyes
A tear that joy and love express'd.

That eve he left them he had been
Surrounded by a war-ship's crew,
Convey'd on board, toss'd on the main
Long, long ere night her curtain drew:
And he had ocean battles fought,
Been captured on a foreign shore—
Made his escape, and fondly sought
The joys of his dear home once more!