III. And, tho' the hope be gone, love, And pure smiles from thee at home. IV. Thus, when the lamp that lighted He feels awhile benighted, And looks round, in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless star-light on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds ! COME O'ER THE SEA. I. COME o'er the sea, Maiden! with me, Mine thro' sunshine, storm, and snows! But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not! Then come o'er the sea, Maiden! with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. II. Is not the Sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and Liberty's all our own! |