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A home, a home on the rushing sea,
Where the waves are wild
And the winds are free;
Where the dashing spray is tossed in glee,
And the foam is light as foam can be.
A home, a home, a home by the rushing sea,
A home, a home, a home by the rushing sea.
There bright at eve is each kindling star,
Where the vesper’s sweet Echo from afar;
Where the ocean murmurs lie and dream,
In the depths where sleep the pearl’s bright gleam.
from:
Moore’s Rural NewYorker
March 29, 1862
