[A.T.]

Wind of the Sea, come fill my sail-- Lend me the breath of a freshening gale And bear my port-worn ship away! For O the greed of the tedious town-- The shutters up and the shutters down! Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay And bear me away!--away!

Whither you bear me, Wind of the Sea, Matters never the least to me: Give me your fogs, with the sails adrip, Or the weltering path thro' the starless night-- On, somewhere, is a new daylight And the cheery glint of another ship As its colors dip and dip!

Wind of the Sea, sweep over the bay And bear me away!--away!

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