Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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In every face a sorrow shown,
In every eye a glistening tear,
And o'er the gray and rocking sea
They look as earnestly as he.
For on the horizon's distant verge
Beyond the crescent wall of foam —
Thrown up by the untiring surge —
That bends around their island-home,
Lighted by sunset's lustrous smile,
They still can see a snowy pile
Of canvas like a summer cloud ; *
It bears the son beloved away
From the poor mother ; old and bowed,
Who now with pallid lips doth pray ;
It bears the husband from the arms
Of the lone wife here left to weep,
And from his first-born's baby-charms
Now on its mother's breast asleep ;
* See Appendix VI.
