From which thou ne’er didst hope to rise;
Or rather, once more prostrate fall
To bless the God who saved from all!
Not long the dark-eyed maiden hears
His grateful words of deep devotion,
They part—to meet in future years
Beyond the heaving ocean.
“Go, stranger, to thy distant home,”
Thus flowed her simple, wild farewell,
“When thy pale tribes to greet thee come,