The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 116: what you’re looking at

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THE STEAM PACKET, 83 § love the mighty ocean ; | ° IT love the gurgling stream : Kach ripple with its motion Reflects a cheering gleam. The moon shines on the waters— Those waters that obey (Diana’s loving daughters) The goddess on her way.* When in the desert lonely The Arab speeds afar, He seeks for water only Beneath his guiding star. Avaunt! delusive Bacchus, In wine-stained garments dressed ! Remorse will ne’er attack us If Temp’rance be our guest. Due applause was bestowed upon this song; and Miss Sarah at that moment was enabled to appreciate the happy effect of a “finish” in Paris—an advantage of which none present could boast, save herself. After a decent interval, Captain Pentonville was called upon for his vocal contribution to the harmony of the afternoon ; and without much hesitation or bashfulness, the gallant officer complied with the demand made upon him in the following manner :— ADIEU TO ENGLAND! HAIL TO FRANCE! Farewell to the cliffs that are white in th’ horizon !— To chivalry’s home does our vessel advance :— Before us a blue cloud, the ocean that lies on, Will presently wear the gay aspect of France ! Adieu to the island, where Freedom—a stranger To other climes—long has found refuge and rest : We haste to the land in which warfare and danger Are deemed a delight, and retained as a guest ! The eyes of the sleeper, on sunshine awaking, Are cheered by the dawn when his slumbers are o’er ;— So glimpses of France, on our vision now breaking, Give promise of pleasures ne’er tasted before. ' Oh! mem’ry will fly to where fresh scenes await her, And cling to the clime which is new fo her yet ; Then blame not the Briton whose heart, proving traitor Awhile in fair France, can Old England forget ! * An allusion to the influence of the moon on the tides of the ocean. ete Gomichooks;com