That eve they had descried the distant shore
Of their own land; and all had gone to rest
In the dear hope that ere another day
Their feet would press again their native soil;
Then the rich merchant dreamed how his gay stores
Would well reward his exile; and the youth
Thought of his loved one, and in fancy touch’d
Already her rose-lips; while the fond sire
Dreamed of his wife and children, and his hearth
With their bright faces gathered round, like stars,