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"Musing on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me,
Wearying Heav`n in warm devotion
For his weal where`er he be.
Hope and fear`s alternate billow
Yielding late to nature`s law,
Whisp`ring spirits round my pillow,
Talk of him that`s far awa.
Ye whom sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care-untroubled, joy-surrounded,
Gaudy day to you is dear.
Gentle night, do thou befriend me;
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that`s far awa!"
Musing on the roaring ocean by Robert Burns.
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