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The busy sailors at the anchor toil'd With anxious friends, that shed the parting tear,

The deck was throng'd--hoift the ns appear;

Mute is each tongue, and eloquent each eye! The last dreaddrop, then smiles amid his pain,

Sooths his sad bride, and vows eternal truth,

'Farewel,on the stern, aving hand, he stood;

The crowded shore sinks, lessening, fro the flood;

His bride is seen no more--'Adieu!--adieu!' The breeze of Eve ht down the crimson'd west,

He climbs the top-most mast, to seek once more

The far-seen coast, where all his wishes rest He views its dark line on the distant sky,

And Fancy leads hi love, he hears her sigh,

He sooths her griefs, and tells of joys to coales,

In one vast shade the seas and shores repose;

He turns his aching eyes,--his spirit fails,

The chill tear falls;--sad to the deck he goes! The storht swells, the sails are furl'd,

Deep sounds the lead, but finds no friendly shore,

Fast o'er the waves the wretched bark is hurl'd,

'O Ellen, Ellen! we s, that shew the vast and foa thunders, as they onward roll,

The loud, loud winds, that o'er the billoeep--

Shake the firm nerve, appall the bravest soul! Ah! what avails the seae bursts, thethe air,

Then sink afar;--the bark on rocks is driv'n! Fierce o'er the wreck the whel main!

Henry's faint accents trembled in the blast--

'Farewel, ain!' Oft, at the caler on the wave,

A melancholy voice is heard to pour

Its lonely sweetness o'er poor Henry's grave! And oft, at rove, where Ellen's fore-uard the holy shade!