WHEN morning streaks the eastern sky,
And wakes the world for me;
To thee, my first affections fly,
My darling, on the seaThrough all the close and crowded day,
What toils, what cares, there be;
By thee, my thoughts still find their way,
My darling, on the sea.While, from the far and fading West,
The day dies duskily;
With thee, my spirit seeks its rest,
My darling, on the sea.The silent watches of the night,
Still find my soul with thee;
And dreams restore thee, fond and bright,
My darling, on the sea.By day or night, in toil or rest,
Whate'er my lot may be;
With thee, my fond heart finds its rest,
My darling, on the sea.And, come what can, of pains or cares,
Of joys, or griefs, to me;
I still will shield thee, with my prayers,
My darling, on the sea.RIVERSIDE, August 30, 1852.
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