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0, the smiles that are halos of heaven,
Shedding sunshine of love on my face !
Or was it some rich Indiaman
You robbed of all her pearls ? Of course you have been breaking hearts
Of poor Kanaka girls !” “Wherever I have been,” he said,
"I kept my ship in sight, • The little anchor on the left,
The great one on the right.” »
And when they are gone, I sit dreaming
Of my childhood, too lovely to last; Of love that my heart will remember
When it wakes to the pulse of the past, Ere the world and its wickedness made me
A partner of sorrow and sin,
And the glory of gladness within.
“I heard last night that you were in :
I walked the wharves to-day, But saw no ship that looked like yours.
Where does the good ship lay? I want to go on board of her."
“And so you shall,” said he ; “But there are many things to do
When one comes home from sea. You know the song you made for me?
I sing it morn and night, “The little anchor on the left,
The great one on the right.'
0, my heart grows weak as a woman's,
And the fountains of feeling will flow, When I think of the paths steep and stony,
Where the feet of the dear ones must go; Of the mountains of sin hanging o'er them,
Of the tempest of Fate blowing wild ; 0, there's nothing on earth half so holy
As the innocent heart of a child !
Twas Eoar this! Euch hour that came
care for thoughts
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