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Th' ascending beams intensely glow,
And voices call her to her home;
And on her flax must she bestow
The thoughts that ever far would roam.
And voices call her to her home;
And on her flax must she bestow
The thoughts that ever far would roam.
But when the moon ascends the skies,
She seeks once more the mum'ring watery
She sees the stars descend and rise,
And mournful is Marina's daughter.
She seeks once more the mum'ring watery
She sees the stars descend and rise,
And mournful is Marina's daughter.
'Oh! gentle moon and evening star
That gild the western sky of even,
Ye speak of some sweet home afar,
Some joy, some rest, the heart's own heaven.
That gild the western sky of even,
Ye speak of some sweet home afar,
Some joy, some rest, the heart's own heaven.
'And ye soft sounds that on the air
Bear music to the list'ning heart,
Is there a voice now floating there
With which mine own may bear a part?
Bear music to the list'ning heart,
Is there a voice now floating there
With which mine own may bear a part?
'It comes! it mingles with my soul
Like notes once heard in some dear home!
Now, may the wild waves roar and roll,
Marina's daughter here shall roam!
Blow, blow ye winds! the sad one hears
The voice, the tone, of happier years!
Like notes once heard in some dear home!
Now, may the wild waves roar and roll,
Marina's daughter here shall roam!
Blow, blow ye winds! the sad one hears
The voice, the tone, of happier years!
