THE SEA-CAPTAIN'S WOOING.
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But a faithful love should guard you, And shelter you from life's storm,The rock must be shivered to atoms Ere its treasure should come to harm.
How your sweet face has shone on me From the tropics' midnight sea,When the sailors slept, and I kept watch Alone with my God and thee.I know your heart is relenting, The tender look in your eyesSeems like that sky's soft splendor When the sun was beginning to rise.
You need not veil their glorious light With your eyelids' cloud of snow,A tell-tale bird with a crimson wing On your cheek flies to and fro;And whispers to me such blissful hope That my foolish tears will start,Ah, little bird! your fluttering wing Is folded on my heart.
