III.

And, tho' the hope be gone, love,
That long sparkled o'er our way,
Oh! we shall journey on, love,
More safely, without its ray.
Far better lights shall win me
Along the path I've yet to roam,—
The mind, that burns within me,

And pure smiles from thee at home.

IV.

Thus, when the lamp that lighted
The traveller, at first goes out,

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!
Seasons may roll,

But the true soul

Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;

'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!

No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us !— Then come o'er the sea,

Maiden! with me,

Mine thro' sunshine, storm, and snows!

Seasons may roll,

But the true soul

Burns the same, where'er it goes.