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Away!—away!—o'er the sparkling tide, In the light of hope shall our vessel glide; The signal is given by the fairest hand That ever waved bark from its native land. |
| By the light of those eyes, so coyly hid Beneath the dark fringe of each snowy lid, I swear, that my love, like the waves at sea, Shall flow on rejoicing eternally! |
| When the tempest gathers, and winds are high, And the billows are raging tumultuously, Thy signal shall beam o'er the foaming track Of the pathless waters to guide me back! |