HE sun is high in heaven; a favoring breeze Trils the white sail and sweeps the rippling seas, And the tall vessel walks her destined way, Of his babes' prattle and their mother's smile, |
HE sun is high in heaven; a favoring breeze Trils the white sail and sweeps the rippling seas, And the tall vessel walks her destined way, Of his babes' prattle and their mother's smile, |