The Sea was bright, and the bark rode well;
The breeze bore the tone of the vesper bell;
’T was a gallant bark with a crew as brave
As ever launched on the heaving wave.
She shone in the light of declining day,
And each sail was set, and each heart was gay...
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Day dawned;—within a curtained room, Day closed;—a Child had seen the light: Spring rose;—the lady’s grave was... |