Now in a milder mood his light guitar
Swells o’er the crested billows dashing far.
Sweet is the voice of music and of song—
But sweetest when it floats the ocean waves along
SONG.
“My loved guitar, send forth thy deepest gush
Of mournful melody, in one farewell,
Where all regretful tenderness may rush,
And leave the spirit halcyon in its cell.
Halls of my sires, that I no more shall view,