MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me;
Wearying heavn in warm devotion,
For his weal whereer he be.
Hope and Fears alternate billow
Yielding late to Natures law,
Whispering spirits round my pillow,
Talk of him thats 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 thats far awa!