Wafts to the out-bound mariner the breath
Of the beloved land he leaves behind.
Pre. Make not thy voyage long.
Vic. To-morrow night
Shall see me safe returned. Thou art the star
To guide me to an anchorage. Good night!
My beauteous star! My star of love, good night!
Pre. Good night!
Watchman. (at a distance.) Ave Maria Purissima!