STANLEY WARE.
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Wish the bark those tides have swung
Tossed our gulfs and shoals among?
Let our tempests beat the sails
Spread to heaven's ambrosial gales?
Nay, sweet Voyager! for thee
Glorious shines the crystal sea!
Farthest deeps thy prow may dare,
Angel-convoyed,—Stanley Ware!
Tossed our gulfs and shoals among?
Let our tempests beat the sails
Spread to heaven's ambrosial gales?
Nay, sweet Voyager! for thee
Glorious shines the crystal sea!
Farthest deeps thy prow may dare,
Angel-convoyed,—Stanley Ware!
Darling! when the sun and rain
Make our cold earth bright again,
Violet, rose, anemone,
Loveliest blooms will symbol thee;
Song of birds in forest shrine
Bring us still some tone of thine.
And at last will dawn the day
When we, too, shall launch away;—
O what bliss with thee to share
Hours celestial—Stanley Ware!
Make our cold earth bright again,
Violet, rose, anemone,
Loveliest blooms will symbol thee;
Song of birds in forest shrine
Bring us still some tone of thine.
And at last will dawn the day
When we, too, shall launch away;—
O what bliss with thee to share
Hours celestial—Stanley Ware!
Jan. 1, 1872,
