?he wave is thy pillow, Thy pathway the tides; Thy cannons are pointed, Thy red flag on high, Thy crew are undaunted, But yet thou must die. I thought thou wert brave, As the sea kings of old; But thy heart is a slave And a. victim to gold. My faith can be plighted To none but the fre?; Thy low heart has blighted My fohd hopes in thee. 1 will not upbraid tlme; I leave thee to bear The shame thou hast made thee, Its danger and care: / As thy banner is streaming Far over the sea, O? my fond heart is dreaming And breaking for thee. My heart thou hast broken, Thou lord of the wave! Thou hast left me a token. To rest in my grave: The' false, mean and cruel, Thou still must be dear, And thy name, like a jewel Be treasured up here. HARRY BLUFF. W?zw a boy, Harry Bluff left his friende. homes And him dear native land, o'er thin ocean to roam? 143 and h?
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