Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 3, September 1852

by Various

Once more, once more,

The ocean swell

Now hides my native shore.

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See where yon star its diamond light displays,

Now seen, now hid behind the swelling sail,

Hope rides in gladness on its streaming rays,

And bids us on, and bribes the fav’ring gale.

Then hope we bend

In joy to thee,