The Sea-Bird.
Oh! how fair is the sea-bird wingingIts flight with a breast like snow,When its form, from the high rock springing,Is glassed in the sea below.How it floats o’er the reefs and shallows,And glides round the rock’s rough form;It darts through the waves’ deep hollows,Undaunted amid the storm.Oh, blithe bird of the mighty ocean,Would I had a breast like thine;As free from each passion’s commotion,As calm when life’s pleasures shine.No deep waves of sorrow should daunt me,No winds of adversity chill;And if dark clouds of care should haunt me,My soul would be placid and still.If all life should be fair and shining,How calm would my spirit be;Like thy pathway in brightness soaring,Alone o’er the sunlit sea.Oh, bird of the ocean how lovelyThy pure and delicate form!Either floating in splendour above me,Or piercing through cloud and storm.
Oh! how fair is the sea-bird wingingIts flight with a breast like snow,When its form, from the high rock springing,Is glassed in the sea below.How it floats o’er the reefs and shallows,And glides round the rock’s rough form;It darts through the waves’ deep hollows,Undaunted amid the storm.Oh, blithe bird of the mighty ocean,Would I had a breast like thine;As free from each passion’s commotion,As calm when life’s pleasures shine.No deep waves of sorrow should daunt me,No winds of adversity chill;And if dark clouds of care should haunt me,My soul would be placid and still.If all life should be fair and shining,How calm would my spirit be;Like thy pathway in brightness soaring,Alone o’er the sunlit sea.Oh, bird of the ocean how lovelyThy pure and delicate form!Either floating in splendour above me,Or piercing through cloud and storm.
Oh! how fair is the sea-bird wingingIts flight with a breast like snow,When its form, from the high rock springing,Is glassed in the sea below.
Oh! how fair is the sea-bird winging
Its flight with a breast like snow,
When its form, from the high rock springing,
Is glassed in the sea below.
How it floats o’er the reefs and shallows,And glides round the rock’s rough form;It darts through the waves’ deep hollows,Undaunted amid the storm.
How it floats o’er the reefs and shallows,
And glides round the rock’s rough form;
It darts through the waves’ deep hollows,
Undaunted amid the storm.
Oh, blithe bird of the mighty ocean,Would I had a breast like thine;As free from each passion’s commotion,As calm when life’s pleasures shine.
Oh, blithe bird of the mighty ocean,
Would I had a breast like thine;
As free from each passion’s commotion,
As calm when life’s pleasures shine.
No deep waves of sorrow should daunt me,No winds of adversity chill;And if dark clouds of care should haunt me,My soul would be placid and still.
No deep waves of sorrow should daunt me,
No winds of adversity chill;
And if dark clouds of care should haunt me,
My soul would be placid and still.
If all life should be fair and shining,How calm would my spirit be;Like thy pathway in brightness soaring,Alone o’er the sunlit sea.
If all life should be fair and shining,
How calm would my spirit be;
Like thy pathway in brightness soaring,
Alone o’er the sunlit sea.
Oh, bird of the ocean how lovelyThy pure and delicate form!Either floating in splendour above me,Or piercing through cloud and storm.
Oh, bird of the ocean how lovely
Thy pure and delicate form!
Either floating in splendour above me,
Or piercing through cloud and storm.