Poems and Essays

by Joseph Howe

 

GLIDE MERRILY ON MY LITTLE SKIFF.

 
Glide merrily on, my little skiff,
    O’er waves lit up by Luna’s smile,
There lies no shoal or rugged cliff
    Between thee and yon fairy Isle.

Skim lightly o’er the glittering tide,
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    The stars shall be our lamp the while,
And bear me quickly to the side
    Of her I love on yonder Isle.

The Miser doats upon his store,
    And dreams the Warrior’s heart beguile,—
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If fate bestows, I’ll ask no more
    Than her who lives on yonder Isle.
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