| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | A Song at Sea | | By William Leggett (18011839) |
| | | OUR sails are spread before the wind, | |
| And onward, onward swift we fly; | |
| We ve left our country far behind, | |
| No prospect now invites the eye, | |
| Save the blue sea, and cloudless sky. | 5 |
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| Oh! when I waved my last good-bye, | |
| To parents, friends, and Mary dear, | |
| It was not fear that dimmd mine eye, | |
| This heart neer felt a thrill of fear | |
| It was affection caused the tear. | 10 |
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| And while upon the heaving main | |
| Our vessel dashes proudly on, | |
| To meet those well-loved friends again, | |
| With wealth and honors bravely won, | |
| That is the hope I live upon. | 15 |
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| But should some cannon pointed true, | |
| Destroy these soothing dreams of glory, | |
| Affections tears my grave will dew, | |
| And Mary, when she hears my story, | |
| Will shed loves holiest tribute oer me. | 20 | | | |
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