And another:

  MY IRISH HOME.
  
  While o’er the billow’s heaving breast
      Our bark does slowly glide,
  Each lingering look is backward cast,
      Along the curling tide—
  And still I hope some happier day
      May teach me not to roam,
  But bless me with the smiles so gay
      That cheered my Irish home.
  
  Yet, Erin dear, thy green-clad hills
      Recede too fast from view,
  While now each breeze the canvas fills
      That bears me far from you—
  And, oh! I stand upon the deck,
      To hear the rustling foam,
  That half conveys my sorrows back
      To my dear Irish home.
  
  And now, I watch thy mountains high,
      Above the ocean’s brim,
  In graceful beauty touch the sky,
      Through closing night-shades dim,
  Till every vista disappears,
      And lost in evening’s gloam,
  The twinkling star of night, that cheers
      My much loved Irish home.

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