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And sailed for far-off heathen climes, I boreA fair companion with me to my toils.
A few years passed, and 'neath that burning climeShe drooped and faded. And I bade her goAcross the ocean to her childhood's home,In hope, when strength and bloom of health returned,Upon that tropic shore to meet again.Then, placing in her arms the little childWhich God to us had given, in the shipI saw them enter; watched the vessel sailBeyond my anxious vision. NevermoreOn those beloved beings did I gaze.
She sent me tidings from her childhood's home.A message came to me that o'er the seasThey had embarked, and soon our mission homeShould welcome them. But ah! they never came.The ship which bore them ne'er was heard of more.
And when this maiden stood before my gaze,Such strange resemblance to that one she boreWhom I on earth shall never meet again,With such o'erwhelming sudden pow'r it sweptAcross my mem'ry waves, past years seemed naught;All consciousness absorbed in this one thought,That I beheld my lost, lamented one.
